"I am the sort," Spike shot back. He chuckled. "I get it."
Oh, fuck. This was gonna be pretty difficult, wasn't it? No killing innocents?! He had half a mind to tell Jesse the story about the little girl in the coal bin.... and even thinking about that put a seriously improper grin on the vampire's face.
He pursed his lips to wipe the grin off.
Why not lie? Was it a lie if it was possible for him to do what Jesse was asking, and Spike knew he was probably too weak to actually follow through?
"You're lookin' questions at me. You want 'em answered, I'd make me not hungry, ontop'ah what you just did. Otherwise, I plan on barelling through that door at the speed of sodding sound and ripping someone's neck open."