"Watch my tone? Yessir. Right away sir." Booth offered a cocky smirk in Spikes direction. Was he really serious? Watch his tone. It made him sound like a kid around some kind of to be respected elder. But Seeley didn't see that in Spike at all. If a fight broke out, to be honest he might have started to feel better about things too. But he had more restraint then that. He was older than the blond vampire looked at least, and so he just made with the fun picking and left it at that,and half watched the hockey game over his shoulder. Leaning his elbow on the bar he drank the last bit of his beer and moved onto the next.
"It's my face." He'd had enough of people comparing and expecting him to be Angel. He was Booth and it was his body, his "skin" his face. An annoyed sigh escaped him as he looked over at the other man and shook his head. "You know what they say about the past don't you?" He paused and looked over at Spike with a raised eyebrow of off handed curiosity. "It'll always come back and bite you in the ass. "