Well, when he puts it that way… it still doesn't quite sit. Sure, that's how a human would think. That's not how she'd expect a sucker to see it, though. If the ones back home wanted variety, maybe the global council would have been able to talk them into accepting all the animal blood they could drink in exchange for swearing off humans.

But if mixing it up with animal blood is what's keeping Spike on the wagon, she doesn't want to argue.

The next part, however, is more intriguing than Sunshine would care to admit. Con had always been cagey about how things-that-weren't-blood tasted to him. "Really?" she says, already musing on whether Bitter Chocolate Death would be intense enough to qualify. Maybe if she…

… Hold up, Sunshine. You're not seriously thinking about feeding him. The whole point of coming here was robbing him of a potential meal or five. Her interest should be academic, not… not purposeful.

Maybe Spike is far enough removed from the vampire category that her feed people gene doesn't see a big difference between him and anyone else.

"How strong?" she asks. Strictly academic. Right.