Spike glanced down at his arms and legs, a wave of shock and relief hitting him all at the same time. This was the first time that he had been without those chains in years (as time did seem to work differently in hell). Rubbing at his sore arms, Spike glanced back toward the man and watched the exchange between himself and the demon that was due to torture him. The mugger of a vampire still lurked on the other side of the room, but he was still as rigid as ever. Was he asleep? Spike could never tell.
Spike probably would have spent more time thinking that over if he hadn't heard the name that the demon choked out. Head turning in the man's direction, Spike's brows rose and his mouth opened slightly. Lucifer? "Wait a second," Spike started. He seemed a lot stronger now, both on a physical level and in personality now that he was rid of his chains. "Do you mean to tell me that you're the bloody devil? Horns and all? Where's your pointy stick, eh? What about the tail?" One would think that Spike would have known better than to believe what people made up in their minds about mythical creatures. But he was Spike.
He stepped closer to Dawn in a protective sort of way. It was a slow process, seeing that he was still in pain and all, but he managed it well enough. "If she's here, it's by accident. She doesn't belong."