"Hungry, but it's not for ice cream," Spike responded, his eyes glued to the sidewalk. Do not look. Do not look. Do not look. The unfortunate thing was that he didn't have to look. He could smell her. He could hear her heartbeat. It was enough to make him want to pin her to the wall and sink his teeth into her neck right then and there.
There was a dented soda can lying along the path in front of him. Spike vented out some of his frustrations by giving it a sharp kick. The can skid across the sidewalk, spinning quickly until it slammed into the brick wall ahead and fell to a halt. He'd find it again when they got to it.
"I'd run along if I were you," he warned again. "There are plenty of blokes around here. I'm sure they'd enjoy you and your ice cream much more than I would."