That gesture shifted his focus pretty quickly. Spike dropped his hand and awkwardly pulled his hips back, but maybe not fast enough to discourage her. This was Molotov, for christsake, they could barely stand each other's company -- he was about to speak again to remind her when her mouth got in the way. Subtlety wasn't working, so he placed his hands on her shoulders and physically tried to pull her back.

"Down girl," he managed to say. "What's gotten into you?"