For a split second the vamp found himself wondering if there'd be a fight, yet when the wolf declined and held up a hand Spike merely nodded his head. Whether it was cockiness born out of experience from having lived over a century and a half, or the fact that with his ring William was practically invincible, either way the blonde turned his back on the stranger as his focus shifted to opening the trunk of the black classic car parked just a few spots away. Oh he normally favored taking his motorcycle, but when Spike saw that his car was back...well he had missed that old beauty to be sure. Plus it made transporting all the bags a bit easier than trying to juggle em on the bike.
The question of being a vampire, or something else, drew his attention at last, and with a glance back to the other man Spike flashed a slight smile. "Gold star for a good guess, mate. There's a handful of vamps around, but none quite like me. What about you though? Roaming with a pack or are you alone in town?" William tried to think of the last time he had crossed paths with a wolf, but beyond Oz he was drawing a blank. Back home they were mostly mindless killing machines when the moon or the rage took hold. So odds weren't great that the town would abide a lot of em living near by. Then again apparently Oz had sorted himself out and gotten proper control. So maybe others had as well.