Spike glanced at him, assessing what kind of answer to give. Something about the man (not least the name he'd given) told him he wouldn't be fazed by the truth.
"'Spike' for the fact I used to torture people with railroad spikes. 'William the Bloody' 'cos I'm a vampire."
Well, all right, part of the truth. No way he was letting out that it had originally been 'William the Bloody Awful Poet'.
"How 'bout you? 'The Master's a bit poncy, isn't it?"