Lane kept his eyes on The Master as they walked over to the bench, reading his movements to try and asses any problems before they arose. Self-serving, most definitely. Dangerous? Perhaps. "Thank you for coming out tonight to do this," Lane said to him as he sat on the bench and motioned for Spike to sit beside him. "I appreciate your involvement. It's a good thing you're doing." Probably needed a bit of stroking. The both of them, actually. Lane gripped Spike's hand in his and leaned in to say in his ear, "it'll be done before you know it."