If you'd like. I'm doubting I'll be anything like the prancing idiot my mum would have described. William Pratt's been dead over a century. I'm what's left.

[That's... a bit of an exaggeration. Spike is different from his human self in some very superficial ways, but deep down, he's the same man in a lot of ways. Just with a hell of a lot more life experience. And sex.]