The blanket. He could swipe it, dangle it over the kids head. Fluffy would be bawling in no time. He reached out with an arm and swiped for it, but a voice pounding in from over his shoulder easily turned the swing into a complete and total miss. Growling, Spike glanced back, only to find himself looking off at, for the very first time in what felt like ages, Buffy's kid sister.
"Aw, but this is me being nice," Spike retaliated, lips curling into a smirk.
Fluffy seemed to appreciate the distraction. Rather than fleeing immediately like any other sane child would have done, the boy reared up a foot and slammed it into Spike's knee.
"Why you little shi -" Spike turned angrily, only to find the boy galloping his way down the street, his blanket whizzing behind him in the wind like some sort of banner for chubby children getting the best of vampires everywhere. Scowling, Spike flexed his leg out a bit and turned back to Dawn with a glare. "Thanks. That was appreciated loads." Ruining his fun! How unbelievably rude.