Rules? Hm. There was a time Spike hadn't bothered with the rules, at all. And a time he thought only tossers did. The vampire took a very long gulp of his drink and closed his eyes, as if in gratitude. He twitched an eyebrow at Jesse.
"Bet I would, at that, mate." He sighed. "And neither can I, really. Even with a sodding soul, I'd probably like you. I'd respect you," he said, both eyebrows raising, as if to emphasis the point, "which by the way, would have nothin' at all to do with you bein' able to dust me in five seconds flat."