[ They might get along just fine then. Spike's not a big fan of his grandsire and Slayers are... well. Slayers. There must be some mutual annoyance in there somewhere.]
So impatient. [ But that suits him just fine and there's no time wasted before he slides into gameface, bone smoothly shifting into ridges and bumps and eyes turning a predatorial yellow. He shoots her a grin, showing off the row of jagged teeth. Well?]