Lane shivered at Spike's cold touch and smiled, cutting his eyes sideways. "You probably came on too strong. He seems to have a strong belief in manners and protocol. He got me a muffin when I first got here. Well, one of him. There seems to be more than one Ianto running around."
Lane moved until he was face-to-face with Spike, pinning him to the low wall with his hips and effectively trapping him with an arm propped on the wall on either side. "But enough about them. Something I can do for your melancholy?"