[He feels the flinch - was expecting it - and lets go easily enough when Spike starts to squirm, even before he realises he's doing it so he can get to the pen and paper again. He waits rather tensely as Spike writes, watching over his shoulder and grunting impatiently once he's got the gist of it, before Spike's even reached the end.]
Not always. And anyway, in what way exactly are you bad for him? Or for me?