[Spike was no one likely to be mistaken for a lord, though Sansa might mistake him for a man of her bastard brother's; a brother of the Night's Watch dressed all in black. On second glance, she might notice the long leather overcoat instead of a cloak or fur and the clothing not matching anything she may be familiar with. Platinum pale hair was vibrant against the darkness around them, Spike distracted from the oncoming creature by a hand grabbing his arm.
The quiet, polite tone is almost painfully familiar to him, a reminder of days when his heart still beat and he pined for things he couldn't have, dreams above his station. But that was then and this was now and Spike was no longer a man with dreams, but a demon who reveled in the chaos bursting out around him. He may not be able to lay a hand on anyone human, but he could vent those frustrations on the non-human. Not out of any noble or altruistic reason, but because he loved the thrill of it. He was a predator and it was in his nature, after all. So he wandered the night with no umbrella or cover, daring the creatures to try their best.
At the comment, he scoffed a laugh.]
I can see that. I can also see it wouldn't do you much good if you had one. Swords are for slashing, not dragging along behind you because they're too bloody heavy to lif-- down!
[He grabbed for her, pushing her down as one of the previously quietly flying creatures made a swoop down towards them. He may not have a sword, but he did have a bat wrapped in barbed chain that he could swing with supernatural strength and speed, which he did.]
ii: if you're game for it (and for it being dark out)
The quiet, polite tone is almost painfully familiar to him, a reminder of days when his heart still beat and he pined for things he couldn't have, dreams above his station. But that was then and this was now and Spike was no longer a man with dreams, but a demon who reveled in the chaos bursting out around him. He may not be able to lay a hand on anyone human, but he could vent those frustrations on the non-human. Not out of any noble or altruistic reason, but because he loved the thrill of it. He was a predator and it was in his nature, after all. So he wandered the night with no umbrella or cover, daring the creatures to try their best.
At the comment, he scoffed a laugh.]
I can see that. I can also see it wouldn't do you much good if you had one. Swords are for slashing, not dragging along behind you because they're too bloody heavy to lif-- down!
[He grabbed for her, pushing her down as one of the previously quietly flying creatures made a swoop down towards them. He may not have a sword, but he did have a bat wrapped in barbed chain that he could swing with supernatural strength and speed, which he did.]