Lane felt the teeth all the way up his spine, fighting the instinct to move away. He let Spike move his head and felt the sharpness against his skin and retreat when Spike asked him if he was sure about death. Recovering enough to process the question, he laughed, low and hoarse, and said, "I'll never be sure until it happens, Spike, just do it." He punctuated his words with a squeeze around Spike's cock.