Spike grinned, wickedly, secretly relieved. "Come 'ere," he said gruffly, enfolding Lane in an inhumanly-strong embrace and nuzzling again at the crook of his neck. Part calming himself, part getting aroused by all the blood pumping by under his teeth.
"Really don't want to argue with you," he mumbled, with a little sigh. "Though it's probably good we've had The Talk."