Spike smiles and tosses his shirt and coat into the corner for the time being. "When you say whim, you mean sex, right? Cause of course, I feel the same way. I think about you all the bloody time. Hell, if you knew how often I wanted to just grab you and pull you into the closest available room... but obviously waiting's all right. I can't screw this up, not with you."

He steps a little closer and adds, "Though I wouldn't like you nearly as much if you did obey and worship me. Might like you a tiny bit more if you were scantily clad, or hell, not clad at all, but that isn't exactly unchangeable."