Sally was no longer sure whether this was something her mother had utterly failed to warn her about, or a variant of something she hadn't really needed to be warned about. "Well, just killing me would be dull I suppose. And a bit pointless, considering you said you wouldn't bite unless I asked you to, and you'd have to do it some other way and waste a few pints of blood. Probably be easier to just make an excuse and leave really."
Yes. Definitely the type who liked to play with his food first. What exactly that meant wasn't a topic her mind should really wander to.
She drained her glass, and glanced around the room, catching the eye of a man sitting at a nearby table and smiling at him. He smiled back, which was a relief. She turned back to face Spike. "I take it back. You're much scarier than aliens who want to end the world. They just don't have that evil glare."