Spike made sure Angel was watching before he started the song. He waited as it began, letting the music flow through his body. His hips moved first, the tight, leather creaking softly as he moved. His hands ran down his pale chest, watching Angel's intense, brown eyes follow them. He hooked his thumb in the waistband of his pants and pulled down slightly, exposing a trail of dark hair that led even further down as he swung his hips. Angel grinned wolfishly and grabbed Spike, yanking him down into his lap.

He kissed Spike's ear, whispering, "How much for a lap dance?"