Spike giggled as Roro flicked the oil everywhere, though his grin faded somewhat when a large dollop flew straight at his eye. "Ewwww," he muttered, as he wiped it off and flicked it back towards the pool. He sniffed his fingers. It smelt funny too.

Momentarily distracted by this, it was only when he looked up at the Professor to see why he'd stopped talking, that Spike realised Professor Williamson was...on the floor. He jumped up from his seat, close behind Kurumi. The man looked like a sort of statue, and he glanced quickly round the room to see if anyone could have shot a spell at him. There didn't seem to be, well no-one other than the students, anyway.

Other than that, Spike didn't think any further about the Professor. His immediate concern was the dragon. As Daddy to a number of pets himself, Spike knew they needed to distract Roro. Even though the dragon was a baby, he had a feeling it could still be pretty ruthless if distressed by the fact his owner/Daddy was obviously not right. He skidded to the ferrets behind Kurumi, and picked a couple up himself. From there, he slowly headed towards the pool - partly in order to not scare Roro, but also to avoid going flying on the oil.

"Are you still hungry? Hmm? I bet you are. Looked what we've got for you..." he said coaxingly. It was not unlike the voice he used to talk to his pet tarantula, Matilda. "If you're good, and stay there, then I'll throw it in...yes? And Daddy won't have to know a thing..." He nodded, holding the ferret up high to see, and maintaining eye contact.