"You're missing the point, pet," Spike said quietly, not moving, looking up at him, blue eyes intense. "Not having a soul doesn't mean I can't feel anything for people. Just means those feelings tend to be the extremes. Love or hate, that sort of thing. 'Friends' just doesn't seem to be a strong enough word for something like we've got going here."
He stood up, and prised one of Lane's hands away from his hip, and used it to lead him towards the bathroom. "Yeah. Shower. 'Bout time."