Xander watched as Spike pushed open the door to the Magic Box and crossed
the room. As he went, he looked over everyone in the room, weighing and
assessing them. Now that Xander had become aware of it, he could not help
but notice the mantel of power and presence the vampire carried about
himself. Spike settled on the steps to the balcony and turned his eyes to
meet those of the human studying him.
"What is it, whelp?"
stood from where he'd been slumped at the table and leaned crossed arms on
the railing. "Which am I, Spike? Food, fight, or fuck?"
"The way you look at everybody. It's like you're dividing
them up into categories."
Spike regarded the human who stood gnawing
his lip as he waited for an answer. Slowly his head tilted to one side, then
his lips curled and parted in a wicked grin. "You, pet, are one of those
rare few who oscillate between all three."