Dave's ass only has a few more falls left before he really bruises his tailbone. He lets out a grunt of pain, the delay long enough to give Feferi an advantage in getting on top of him. Times like this are when years of training for fights come in handy, years of useful skills memorized and filed away for a moment of truth.

Unfortunately, all Dave can really think to do at the moment is to shove a hand in her face to try shove her out of his personal space. He has no idea what she plans to do either, but hell if he's going to stop it from being awkward.