"No magic here," Lane croaked, swallowing against the dryness in his throat. He reached up with his free hand to touch his neck where Spike had bitten him and grinned. "It was really hot, though. Before I ... whatever. You're sure I didn't just pass out?" Lane laughed, loosening his grip on Spike's wrist to curl his fingers around his hand-which was strangely warm now. "I came really hard..."