Kittens. Suddenly Spike really wanted to play poker.
"Asylum, yeah?" His eyebrow rose. "I see you're not takin' your canonical heritage too seriously." Spike snorted. It figured that he was hangin' about in Arkham, didn't it?
... aim for the fleshy parts. A wicked grin lit up Spike's eyes. He knew this was a bad idea, a very bad idea. But he was gonna do it anyway, wasn't he? To see how far he could push it. He could always walk away later; Jack Napier was not stronger than he was. Not at all.
Besides. Spike knew a guy with the powers of God.
He let his face shift, and blinked yellow eyes at Jack. "Nah," he said. "But I do."
Then it shifted back.
"Tell me, then... thought you had a sidekick. Girl. Crazy as all get out. Harley, roight? What happened to 'er? She not 'ere?"