The demon shook its oddly shaped head. "I've got no idea what you guys are talking about. I don't know who've you been talkin' too but you've got the wrong Trehadji. As I told tall, dark and feral here, I don't know nothing about any blood swillin' sweetie goes by the name a' Scylla."

His movement like lightning, Spike reached down and grabbed the demon around what he believed to be the throat and lifted it to his face. Eye to eye. The Trehadji demon squirmed in his grasp as foul-smelling liquid leaked from its body and spattered to the floor.

"C'mon," Azz sputtered. "There's no need to get rough. If I knew anything I'd tell ya, I swear."

Spike gave the creature a good shake and brought him closer. His features had gone feral as he sniffed around the demon's body. "Never tried the blood of a Trehadji before. Hear it's an acquired taste. Once you get past the bitterness, that is."

"All right, all right," Azz shrieked. "I'll tell you what I know but some other customers ain't going to be happy with me."

Spike let go of the demon and it plopped to the floor in a puddle of its own excretions.

"Talk," Spike demanded.