Spike chuckled, rolling his shoulders and stretching to loosen his muscles. "Jus' habit, I guess. I like the look. It's hot sometimes, but you get used to it, after a bit."

And then he spun on his heel and lunged at Xander, tackling him around the waist and slamming him to the ground. "First lesson: Always be ready for an attack," he drawled as he pulled back, smirking down at him.