"Some of US? You part of one, then?" he eyes him semi-suspiciously.
"Appetizing? Not really. But...add a little spice, maybe something for the texture, it's tolerable and lets me survive. But the alternative would be to drain all you people of your blood, so..." he shrugs.
Spike's lips curl up as he laughs. "Yeah, well, maybe not until you're wearing pants. Or people might get the wrong impression."