Don't you dare make light of this display, Jim. He might be off the hook insofar as not having a jealous and possessive Vulcan on his hands for calling on someone else, but Spock still looks rather put out (for a Vulcan) that the giggling creatures controlling the mistletoe haven't had their share of fun yet.

"So it would seem."

There's an edge to Spock's words this time as he pulls Jim closer than can be comfortable for the human. Up onto the tips of his toes to meet Spock as the Vulcan efficiently and quite thoroughly meets the demands of the Nargles. He's letting go a moment later, ready to steady his bondmate if the other stumbles back onto his feet. Already prim and put together again.

"Shall we go and see the rest of the festivities here, Jim?" They're free now, after all. Hmph.