He could do that. He could spare himself the control for a moment, listen to what his captain wanted him to do. The shields pulled away, one by one introducing new feelings into the flow between them. Uncertainty, admiration, yearning (a flood of this), a certain small satisfaction, but also the persistent prod of 'this is undignified, need to find a solution.'

However, Spock kept himself relaxed, despite whatever Jim's hand did.