Erika pouted as Spike drew away from her. Being this close to him was intoxicating. He felt well aged. Like a fine wine or some other silly comparison as that. Such age meant power, he really did reek of danger and....excitement. Her eyes kept on the hand, even with it in his pocket. Idly wondering what else he kept in his pocket, she lifted her bright blue eyes and gave a grin to the Doctor.
She then snorted and gave Spike a look, "If you ask me everyone's a bit off their rocker here." Still feeling the need to sulk over not getting her way, she crossed her arms under her breasts. A sullen look grew on her pretty features, even if the doctor was being rather funny. "Perfectly good blood and you're wasting it." She shot the other a look, moving to stand closer to the doctor now that she'd been shunned.
Turning her pout on to the Doctor she batted her eyelashes prettily at him, "He's being rather mean don't you think?" Her eyes then slid over to Spike, a small smirk forming on her lips as she didn't turn her head from the Doctor's direction.