Spike traced the veins on the back of Wesley's hand. "I can't say there isn't a part of me that likes the idea." It was the same part of him that wanted to leave marks on Wesley's skin and delighted in Wesley leaving the flat with Spike's scent still on him. It was the same part of him that raged at the thought that Wesley's desire was really for Angel and not for him but urged him to take what was offered anyway. "To know you'd let me. To know you'd trust me that much."