[He feels that push behind him and looks thoroughly put out. Giving the top of his uniform a slight tug, he squares his shoulders and walks around the table to Buffy. Best to cling to as much dignity as possible rather than being forced to climb over the table between them once the bubble gets too small. So now he's standing in front of her.]
There now. One quick kiss on the lips. This is but a single battle in an otherwise much larger war.