He couldn't suppress the incoming smirk. "Who said anything about a challenge? If I'd have known that was what I was in for, I'd have already gone and proved my point by now." The bartender slid his blood across the bartop. Spike lifted it up and gave it a sniff. It'd taste better with crackers, but they were out in the back so he wasn't going to be picky. He'd just have to skip over the texture for now. "You are a whiner. And by my rankings, you're also a little child." He tried not to look too smug at the term 'little'.
Spike sipped at his blood before he addressed her next question. "Can go over to the ring, get people all excited by commenting with a speaker on what's going on. Work up the lineup for the next matches. Place bets..." He tilted his head to the side, watching her drink curiously. "Doesn't hit you at all, does it?"