One would think Horse would be easy to spot. But given the variety of the fae and the adopted, it might not be so easy after all. Spike takes his time to finish his cigarette, idly scanning the ground.

Once done, he pinches out the lit end (ignoring the sting of the burn), then drops it to scuff it into the ground more. "Why'd you ask where I'm from?" Because Spike was curious about that.