Harrumph! The wind chime noise that comes from somewhere in Spike's head vicinity should express what Molotov's exact thoughts on that subject are. Her thoughts are "harrumph", pretty much.

She sits all huffy for a moment as he heads away, then starts to sort of idly braid his hair around her. Hair braiding might be a fairy thing, as it happened to Brock once when there were fairies flitting around before that weird ball that one time. But the difference is that Molotov is doing it angrily.