Jesus "Um. Ma'am. No-" Free from her grasp now (thank god, because he didn't realize she could touch him in this situation and wasn't that legally some kind of weird assault with whip cream?), he finally was able to turn off the music. "Look, I appreciate the trouble you went through for this-" he gestured at the cake, and at her, keeping his eyes fixed squarely on her own and not on the mound of sugary cream on her chest. "But I can't- please stop."