"Sorcerer then? Warlock?" Spike asked, not relaxing fully yet. "Wouldn't surprise me if it the flowers act so that both could see. Be just like the fae." And was at least a little more talkative. Shoving his hands in his pockets, and his posture a little less aggressive now.

He'd paid attention though. The man's name, the implication that he was such a leader kidnapped by the fae. Spike studied him, sizing him up and threat-assessment like the predator he was.