He suddenly found himself trapped between two extremely attractive ladies and was feeling very satisfied about it, one hand settling itself comfortably on Spock's waist. "Be that as it may, it still proves that no, I don't worry too much, and by the way, Jim," he glanced over his shoulder with some difficulty to where Jim was nuzzling against his neck and waved the tricorder at him. "I still need to scan you." Much as he was loathe to pull away, it was probably necessary.