At least Jason is having the decency to roll with the conversational tide, and not question Spike's attempted segue. Isn't it so much easier when everyone is going along with the conversation ball rules.
Spike prefers to spice things up with a bit of light argument-- not serious, just arguing horseplay-- but he has seen that Jason dislikes that particular game and will not play it.
He frowns, thoughtfully. Was Jason already at the end of his tether in the other place? That would explain a lot.
Glancing over at the big man, leaning on the rail, Spike snorts softly at the dry remark. "It's the hair, isn't it. 'Gelus is always after me to grow it back out, let the curls have free reign. Reckons it would be like a sneak attack, make people get softened up seein' me lookin' like a flippin' Botticelli angel or some such bollocks and then my personality cutting through. Like a moray eel."
He raises his brows with a little grin, stealing a quietly assessing glance at Jason. He doesn't look any different than usual. But of course he isn't the type to telegraph it, is he?
He gives a little nod at the question about the dispenser blood. "So far, so good, ta. I'll know if it doesn't do any good when it becomes evident it's not working. But I reckon I've got a good week or two before that'll be noticeable."
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Spike prefers to spice things up with a bit of light argument-- not serious, just arguing horseplay-- but he has seen that Jason dislikes that particular game and will not play it.
He frowns, thoughtfully. Was Jason already at the end of his tether in the other place? That would explain a lot.
Glancing over at the big man, leaning on the rail, Spike snorts softly at the dry remark. "It's the hair, isn't it. 'Gelus is always after me to grow it back out, let the curls have free reign. Reckons it would be like a sneak attack, make people get softened up seein' me lookin' like a flippin' Botticelli angel or some such bollocks and then my personality cutting through. Like a moray eel."
He raises his brows with a little grin, stealing a quietly assessing glance at Jason. He doesn't look any different than usual. But of course he isn't the type to telegraph it, is he?
He gives a little nod at the question about the dispenser blood. "So far, so good, ta. I'll know if it doesn't do any good when it becomes evident it's not working. But I reckon I've got a good week or two before that'll be noticeable."