"Hot water? Small space? Soap?" Spike could see that Wesley wasn't amused. Sighing, he let his arm fall back to his side. "There's nothing to tell. He was trying everything he could to get me to listen, including falling back into some old... patterns." He wasn't sure how much Wesley knew about their relationship back when they were both unsouled, and he didn't really relish the thought of having to provide details. "Obviously it didn't work."