Well, his survival didn't depend on it! He had a job, and Molotov could get a job too, and then it wouldn't be necessity for her to steal! Grrrr, morality!
And well, Brock was starving for kisses, alright? Molotov kisses, preferably, and she was right here, so it all worked out. He would risk random attacks for the sake of Molotov kisses, too. Corners of his mouth curling up a little bit, Brock reached up to hold the side of her face with one hand, the other stroking back and forth behind her hips. "Are you really hungry, or ...?"