"It's possible," he speculated. And, really, what wasn't possible on the island? Once he'd grown familiar with the concept of different realities, worlds, abilities... Well, it was difficult to just draw the line between real and imaginary. Reality was relative. Far too relative.
Spike wasn't certain, but he thought Iridia may have snorted in response to his remark about cat-eating fish. Maybe he was reading too much into the simple gesture; but, then again, maybe he wasn't. If nothing else, he filed the observation away with the rest of the information he'd gathered about 'demons,' perhaps for use in a future discussion. The topic was still one which intrigued him on a philosophical level. But it was a topic to be discussed at another time, in another place; it didn't seem as if either of them were too keen on deeper conversation at the moment.
Instead, the focus seemed to be the long-running joke about fish - a joke which, he had to admit, was a nice distraction from the usual frustrations. He smiled at Dora's observation, shaking his head slightly. "Provided I don't drown..." There was a pause as he pretended to consider his chances of beating the imaginary, evil fish. "You may still have a point. Never did learn how to fight in water." Moving like water was easy. Moving in it, however, was an entirely different matter. He'd never had many good experiences with bodies of water, especially when injury and conflict where involved.
"Pure bliss, huh?" Spike shoved his hands into his pockets and settled just a step or two behind Dora. "Maybe we should ask to stay here forever." The wicked little grin he offered was likely a sign that he was far from serious; but even he wasn't certain whether the sarcasm was for the sake of it or a cover for the surveillance. Maybe it was both.
After only a short while, he glanced over to her with a tired expression - part genuine, part faked. "You had to pick a place so far from the hotel, didn't you?"