Of course, Spike.

[ Narciso's lips curve up into a grin against Spike's skin, feeling quite accomplished that he's triumphant in taming this unruly Adopted. He mantains his charm, even strengthens it ever so slightly, as his lips travel down the other's neck, tongue coming out to lick the skin he finds there possessively. ]

You are radiant and quite the character, I must say. Do you like how I'm taking care of you right now?