Lure
There were eyes on him from across the room. He could feel them, boring into his back, watching his every move. Stalking and hunting him. Taking the lure.
A hand grabbed hold of his wrist and drug him out onto the crowded dance floor. He didn't resist, following the girl out, head tipping back slightly when she pressed against him in some version of a dance. Exposing his neck to those eyes that he knew were watching.
He could sense the growl from across the room.
Hook, line and sinker. Spike would be all his before the night was out.