"Hey, Spike, no," Lane said, grabbing for Spike and pulling at him. "So not what I meant. If you're hanging around here because of me, well, I mean... don't. You never leave, and I don't want you to think I'm holding you here because we got a room together. You're just as free to roam as you were."
He was trying to see Spike's eyes, but it was difficult. "And for them killing you - melodramatic, much?"