Awww, such a grump. Sunshine tsks her disapproval of calling Eliot an asshole, then commences rubbing Spike's stomach in a soothing sort of way. He's so tense, gods. She's having trouble remembering why he would be. It's pretty sheer to be famous, right? And it's not like he has to actually deal with the trappings of fame except for right now, amongst friends, with booze, which is basically the best way to deal with anything.

But Eliot's talk of seeing Spike naked tugs her right out of her reverie, and she lifts her head with a delighted little hiccup of a laugh. "You would!" she agrees, with feeling. "Gods, he's beautiful, like a frigging--like a Greek sculpture or something. But better endowed!" See, Spike, she's got your back, no need to be embarrassed. She gives his stomach an encouraging pat, then brightens as another thought occurs to her. "Have you seen him shirtless?" she asks Eliot with poorly repressed giddiness. "Have you seen his abs??"