"Your mother give you that name?" Now that he was actively watching for them, Spike's snowballs just barely missed Jason as dodged, one of them catching the hem of his heavy jacket and breaking up with a wet sound that echoed a little in the clearing. With a rehearsed lack of thought, he retaliated, hefting a few snowballs back in his adversary's general direction from behind his minimal cover. "Actually, I don't know if you assuming it is any better, to be honest."