There's a faint frown at the cold hand, it's not that cold outside. Spike's hands shouldn't be...

Oh.

Jimmy's grace reaches out, faintly tickling across Spike's skin. Initially trying to figure out what's wrong with Spike (His first thought was circulatory problems, but... not in the way he was thinking.) And then his grace whisks back, not wanting to be rude or.... He can hear a random, gravelly voice ( Dean ) saying something about personal space. "I'm... I'm sorry." Cheeks coloring and looking incredibly embarrassed about his grace getting too friendly.