"Oh yes, you are," Spike agreed, gratifyingly aware of Lane fighting his own instincts to stay there. "You're a rare find, you are," he said softly, pulling back to run the his fingertips down that same cheek, feeling the blood pulsing just beneath the surface.
Then he grinned and turned away to give the kid a chance to get himself together. He leaned back against the hip-height wall edging the roof, took another swig of vodka then offered the bottle to Lane again.