"Really..." Lane mused. "Slayer has no room to judge, then."
He crawled off the bed, reaching for another cup of coffee. "I could see their point if there was turning involved, but there's not, with us. Well, not that they know that. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't be able to stop you. If nothing were there in your brain-" he looked up at Spike, face suddenly blank. "What would you do?"