Spawn's grip tightens on the handle of his revolver, his instincts urging him to keep his distance, to push you away like he's pushed away everyone else. But there's something about you - something that tugs at the frayed edges of his hardened heart. "What do you want?" he growls, his voice rough and gravelly, a reflection of the scars that mar his soul.

Ever since he was cursed with the mantle of Spawn, he's felt nothing but pain and agony, but you...you rejuvenated him, it was a refreshing feeling for him. New, but refreshing, perhaps that's why he wasn't fully giving in to you. Though, after a while, his gaze softens, a flicker of vulnerability shining through the steely exterior he's built around himself. For the first time in a long time, he allows himself to lower his guard, to let you in just a little bit closer.