"Thank you," Spike said softly, raising their entwined hands to his lips and brushing a kiss across Wesley's knuckles. He knew that the situation wasn't as simple as that, but Wesley's words were still comforting. "But most of my urges as a vampire aren't -" Good. Trustworthy. "- what you'd want. Seems better to ignore them and follow my heart instead." Not that my heart's got a great history of giving people what they want, either, he thought with growing unhappiness.