[The face is familiar, though the look isn't. The last time he'd seen the... warlock, or whatever the bloody hell he was, he'd had a smug, superior expression on his face. One Spike was used to seeing from a variety of folk -- especially when dealing with him. This look, however, was a bit more open. Furtive. Vulnerable, almost. Well, he did owe the bloke a favor, didn't he? Least he could do was put him at ease.]

No need to get all skittish, mate. They don't seem to care what you pull out of the sodding fountain. It's almost like they're giving it away.