Sighing, Lane rolled his eyes. "Well this is... awkward. Mind you, I'm only wearing what I had on when this place sucked me in," he said as he slipped off his jacket and tossed it on a nearby chair. "I don't even know why I'm trying to explain it to you, you're a fucking vampire," he muttered to himself as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and flung it toward the jacket. He cut his eyes toward Spike as he slipped two fingers under the low collar of the suit to key the passive security.