Honestly, most of the vampires she was used to sucked, so he wasn't far off.

But all thoughts about morality and souls pretty much went out the window when she saw Spike take off that coat.

Somehow, she knew that when something like that happened, it was serious business. He seemed to love that coat--which was fair enough because it was pretty rad.

"Spike?" she said following after him, kneeling down as he...was listening to something? An invisible seashell? Probably not. "Spike, what's going on, dude?"