Spike lifted a shoulder. "Some of 'em are. I think to a lot of demon hunters, things are very black and white. Human good, demon bad - you know."
He used his free hand to grip Lane's hand resting on his chest, caressing the long fingers with his own. "Wouldn't ever hurt someone I care about. Not on purpose, anyway. Random people in the streets are a different matter."
It had to be said. He knew Lane knew he was in love with a demon - they'd had this conversation - but it certainly bore repeating.