Yeeeek. Relative 'lite'-ness aside, Sunshine is not okay with a vampire approaching her with a predatory look in his eyes (or, okay, it's more like a 'lascivious' look, but that's near enough to 'predatory' as far as her baser instincts are concerned). Her wards aren't happy about it, either, and she can feel the knife start to edge past body heat warm while the necklace puts out a faint glow. They're not in full-blown panic mode, though, and she can almost imagine a sense of proprietary inquiry coming from them, like a bouncer in an Old Town club: hey, is this guy bothering you?

Yes. Yes, he very much is.

The rabbit doesn't seem to appreciate Spike's approach, either. Maybe its senses are more finely tuned to vampire lites than hers, or maybe it's just picking up on her discomfort - either way, it kicks out suddenly, scraping its claws down her forearm and giving her an excuse to take a healthy step back. "Spartan," she mutters, setting the water on the nearest level surface so she has two hands free to wrangle the animal.