[He does, but only because the rational part of his mind that's still in control recognizes that wariness. It wouldn't be the first time he'd seen it, and it certainly won't be the last. She's used to physical combat, but he knows she's no Slayer like he's ever seen. Still, a demon was a demon. Or a troll. Or a... whatever she was. She could handle herself and likely didn't want a strange man that could fell a bird with a hit at her back. He could respect that. But that newly fragile part of him still felt hurt because of it.]
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So...
[Try not to scare the girl, Spike.]
I'm guessing you're not from around here.
[... Smooth.]