Spike laughs at the introductions of the two.  "Ha, I know I'm not much to look at, but I've got it where it counts."  He looked at Mirana's hand as she reached for his mug.  "I'd appreciate it, but I'm afraid I can't afford much more.  I was just hoping for something to wet my throat before the night."<br/><br/>Spike smiled at the waitress as she commented on his attire.  "Yes, I imagine the spoils of war tend to keep my...kin a little better equiped.  No, I'm just passing through, keeping my eye open for anything that needs doing.  Anything I can do to help out, maybe earn a place to sleep."<br/><br/>As the tiny man swung from one shoulder to the other, Spike couldn't help but be amused, and chuckled.  "Not bad, sir.  It's not often I see someone doing tricks such as that."