Good sense never had been Spike's strong point. He narrowed his eyes again, measuring the distance from the edge of the shadow to the outstretched arms holding the gun. Not actually that far. And if he got shot, he figured a good kill should get that healing up pretty fast.
Spike cocked his head to one side, weight shifting subtly. "Because if you put the gun down, I might let you live."
Yeah, good sense was definitely not his strong point.