The demon shrugs.  "Fair enough."  That seems to exhaust the limit of his inquisitiveness, though his beady black eyes follow Raven as she works.<br/><br/>Spike walks into Rack's office.  Rack applauds.  "Good number, Spike.  Exactly what I hired you for.  Meat for the beast.  So what brings you here?"<br/><br/>Spike grins, a predatory, unpleasant smile.  "Move Raven to another level."<br/><br/>Rack blanches a little.  He can feel the purpose, the menace, the bared teeth intended by the smile, and he's honestly a little frightened.  He's too sensitive not to feel the caged beast just looking for an excuse to come out.  "You got it."  He picks up a phone.  "Move the new girl off main level to the dance room."  He hangs up the phone.  "Done.  Anything else?"<br/><br/>Spike makes a satisfied half-growl.  "No.  That's fine for now. Ta." He turns and walks back out as Sirk is moving over to Raven.<br/><br/>"Boss called down, you're being transferred over to the dance level.  Up the stairs, through the red doors."  Sirk points out the stairs for Raven.<br/><br/>