Jim was not expecting to be quite so thoroughly and abruptly... manhandled, pulled close and claimed in such a possessive display of passion that any Vulcans watching would no doubt find it downright shocking. Age may have taken its toll on Spock, but there is still great strength in those hands, a necessary touchstone under Jim's own as he drops back onto his feet, somewhat stunned and a little flustered.

What a contrast to Spock, already composed like nothing just happened. He himself has to take a moment or two, running a hand through his hair, straightening his shirt, in an attempt to get himself back in order, a faint pink flush in his cheeks. "Certainly. After you."