"Angel. Is that name or species?" He's not really ready to believe in angels, but whatever the guy wants to call himself is fine with Spike. He leans down to explore his picnic basket further, pulling out another bottle of wine and setting it aside so he can get to the mason jar.
"Name's Spike." He unscrews the lid of the jar and takes a sip of the blood, testing it. It's pretty damn good. Otter, if he's not mistaken. He licks the remains from his lower lip then offers the jar across. "You can take a guess at the rest. Otter blood?"
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"Name's Spike." He unscrews the lid of the jar and takes a sip of the blood, testing it. It's pretty damn good. Otter, if he's not mistaken. He licks the remains from his lower lip then offers the jar across. "You can take a guess at the rest. Otter blood?"