Spike frowns slightly, wondering what kind of vampires he's met, that it seems so...minor a detail. "Should it bother you? Not with me, I suppose. But in general, usually we're considered a bit on the nasty side."
He sighed, blowing smoke. "I'm a bit more unique than just that, though. Got a soul." He looks up at Holmes. "So, you know, not likely to go on killing sprees."