Haha, yeah, no, that's not going to work. Molotov spends a considerable amount of time snuggled up to men who aren't her husband, actually -- Brock's sort of adopted a "don't touch and it's fine" approach to it. Just ask Ezio! But yeah, she is really just drunk.

"We cannot get divorced here anyway," she says, waving one hand vaguely. "Everyone was so sure to keep driving that point home, like we would want to get divorced. If we have not killed each other after twenty years of actively trying, why would we want a divorce? It would be like lighting up a sparkler after buying a hundred pounds of C-4."

She is also not moving, seemingly very content against Spike's stupid bony shoulder.