Moaning at the loss of warmth, Spike pulled his trousers up and sank gently to his knees, leaning his forehead on the wall for a moment and then turning to Lane as he heard him worrying about his wrist.
"It'll stop in a minute," he mumbled, dropping an arm round Lane's shoulders and reaching for his hand, drawing his wrist up to his mouth again. "Advantage of vampire bites. Naturally heals up quick if the victim doesn't die. Don't want to waste precious blood by letting you bleed to death like that, eh?" He licked at the wound, where the flow was already slowing, the blood little more than oozing now.