[ The ring sparkles in the moonlight, and Spike's attention immediately narrows, honed in on it like a magpie. It doesn't matter much to him whether it's real or fake: he woke up with a wad of dollar bills in his coat pocket, has only managed to scavenge some loose change otherwise, and if it turns out to be plastic he can still con some idiot into thinking it's worth something.
The egg retreats with Armand's hand, just as Spike starts to reach for it. With a frustrated breath, he shuffles closer in his crouch toward the edge of the lake, water lapping the toes of his boots. ]
Give it here, then. Since you don't want it anyway.
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The egg retreats with Armand's hand, just as Spike starts to reach for it. With a frustrated breath, he shuffles closer in his crouch toward the edge of the lake, water lapping the toes of his boots. ]
Give it here, then. Since you don't want it anyway.