"You're welcome," he gave her a nod. "Name's Spike. Don't get me wrong, love. I'm a monster. Worse than those slavers in a lot of ways," he said moving to sit down across the table from her. "There are things I would love to do to you." He sniffed in her direction. "You must be part Fae. You smell like all the delicious tasty sweets rolled into one." His fangs sprang out, then he shook himself. "But I won't. I promise I won't." Spike looked away from her. He couldn't believe he'd just said that.