Cue lip nibbling; and tummy fluttering, and a nervy look up to her eyes. As her lips curled upwards, however, his did too. "No need," Spike said with a small shake of his head. "'s what I'm here for." That, and soft landings.

He felt bad she was glaring at him, but he'd already made up his mind. Despite his many injuries over the years, Spike rarely went to the Healer out of choice. And Beezus might not believe it, but he had a choice in this one, and a perfectly good solution of his own upstairs. Really, it was a few scrapes. A bit of cream tonight, and they'd all vanish, good as new...

"No," Spike replied flatly. "It's a few scrapes. Yes, they're a little tender at the moment, but otherwise they're FINE. I'll put cream on them later." Unless Beezus had noticed something else? He had a scar on his back from when he was younger, but surely she hadn't stared at his back that much? Self consciously, he pulled his t-shirt down further. He actually quite liked his scar, just like he liked epic bruises when he got them, but he suddenly felt awkward that she'd been looking at his bare back.

"You wouldn't."

With a puff of his cheeks, Spike stood up. Without looking at her, he picked up Matilda and placed the tarantula on his shoulder. The spider didn't looked too impressed at her nap in the sunshine being distracted. "I'm going this way," Spike said, pointing to a path that was most definitely NOT going towards the castle. "I'd really like it if you came with me," he added, his tone softening.