"Spike," he said, flipping his Zippo shut and stuffing it back in his pocket. "Just Spike."

He looked up and smiled vaguely at the man, straightening up his stance. "There are easier ways to get a good meal, actually. Not nearly as fun, but- well, the fountain's kind of fun, I have to admit," he added with a chuckle.

He took a drag off his cig, then let it out nice and slow before continuing. "So, who're you, then? This city seems rather fond of our kind."