Lane looked confused for a moment, then shrugged, glancing over at Spike as he lounged. "Habit." He felt a flare of uncertainty and pushed it away with a ruthless mental shove. Really no way out of this one, if he wanted one. "I'm not categorically suicidal, anyway. Just...curious. Experimental." He gestured between Spike and the bed. "I'm assuming this might involve removing some clothing? Hopefully quite a lot?"