Lane focused on Spike's face, still pushing him into the table with his hips. "I'd take you, right here on this table. Let them all know, without any doubts, that you? Are mine." He leaned in and bit Spike's lower lip softly. "But then I'm sure the hunter or one of the Jacks would take offense and think you had put the whammy on me..." He grinned, lips sliding across Spike's cheek. "But I love it when you get your whammy out."