"Listen, Harris," Spike continued in that same quiet, serious voice. "You're not in Sunnydale any more. The rules don't apply here. Don't let anyone tell you you have a single sodding thing to be ashamed of up on that stage, yeah? Because I saw you up there, and you're bloody good. An' that's something. You hear me?" He gently gripped Xander's chin, forcing the other to look at him, their faces close enough together to kiss, practically. His solemn face broke into a faint smile as he finished softly, "I know I wanted you..."