Spike might've made a crack about playing with your food, only Mike presumably had no intention of making a meal of his prey. This was purely a game, now, one that Spike would enthusiastically participate in. The dance had always been his favorite part.

He was laughing when he landed hard on his back, lying sprawled for only a moment before flipping his attacker over and reclaiming the upper hand.

"Careful," he said to Mike, "You wouldn't believe what a pain it is, getting blood out of concrete."