Vampire. He could tell as she strolled up to him. But a different sort. There's something very.. off about this bird.

Spike watched her with a stunned expression as she took the blood off of his lip and tasted it. Suprisingly, he didn't feel repulsed, but he felt drawn to her. His eyebrows scrunched together in complete confusion, and instead of kicking her back like his instincts told him, he backed a few steps away. This was hardly the thing he had been expecting. He had just been in an end-of-the-world type of battle, and all of a sudden he had some vampire broad hitting on him in some sort of a mansion?

"You.. this.." He paused, briefly, to gather his words. He spoke in an angry, desperate tone. "Sorry, love, I have no bleedin' idea where I am, who you are, or..." It hit him. All of a sudden, it hit him. It was so obvious. He pointed a finger at her. "You! You're one of Wolfram and Hart's people, aren't you?!"