"Didn't mean that literally, though that's one neat implant you've got, if I do say so myself," Chase replies smoothly, gaze flickering briefly up and towards the bionic eye, the color of the iris only slightly different than Spike's natural hue — but enough that Chase does wonder why a little more care couldn't have been put into an obviously complicated piece of machinery. More important to the tale is the rest of what Spike has to say, a sob story that would probably convince a right number of juries with the guileless charm that Spike seems to carry about him.

Or, conversely, the way that Spike doesn't seem to care a bit about his own welfare.

"A criminal and a monster, huh," he says quietly, unrolling a length of bandage to wrap over Spike's wound. Just in case. "Well, I know that there can definitely be stalkers out there with nothing better to do and no good reason for following the targets they randomly choose... but something tells me you're not the type of person those people go for. Why hunt you?"