Sano twitched slightly, before moving over to Spitfire to, at least, peel the damn cone off. not that it helped with the ice cream already stuck to the skirt, but it was something.
"Remember," he murmured, not quite able to meet Spitfire's eyes in this ridiculous little situation. "That there are far too many witnesses to kill him here." Sano stepped back, pulling a kerchief from...lord knew where, and offering it to Spitfire.
"Here...unless you want me to clean it for you~" Yes, Sano. Offer yourself up as a target, always a good plan.