"Fair enough." Though Spike gave him a weird look. No one should enjoy things in such an overt fashion. ...What was he his grandmother? Spike let go of the errant thought and waved a hand. "Vigilantism is a bit small-scale anyway. I could give two sticks about some mugger in the alley I passed on the way down here." Spike knocks back the rest of his whiskey and frowns. Why was he lying? He had saved that girl, as drunk as he'd been. Almost got himself killed in the process but his life wasn't worth much anyway.