You call and I respond, the sparrow and the song text goes here Spencer noticed Askaree as she turned from the receptionist that had directed her toward him, the man quietly folding and setting the magazine he had been absently flipping through to pass the time. Judging by the way she approached him, Askaree appeared to be every inch the hidden predator she was. For the -nth time today, Spencer questioned the wisdom of his actions that led him to this spot but he had been questioning these actions since before he took the first step and, despite having ample opportunity to disappear before she knew he was around, here he sat. Waiting and watching as she approached. "I never took you for the jealous type," he retorted calmly as he leaned slightly back in his chair. Apparently, all sense of logic had fled him as he seemed keen on tempting fate and a famously short-tempered woman. His jaw tensed slightly as she leaned over him, gripping his thighs and pressing ever so closer into his personal space. His jaw clenched ever so slightly more as she applied further pressure in her grip, one of his hands nearly gripping her wrist before he stopped himself. However, perhaps more disarming than Askaree was the lack of terror or even really fear. No, rather Spencer was finding himself feeling more nervous than afraid. Did this mean he was becoming accustomed to her? Or was he just learning to navigate her? The smallest hint of a frown tugged at the corner of his mouth, the man quickly shoving those troubles to the back of his thoughts. He may try to process and puzzle them later but he was just as likely to handle them as he did nearly everything that involved Askaree - he wouldn't until they came up to bite. His eyes darted over hers, searching her expression, before glancing away toward the receptionist desk. It seemed they had a bit of an audience, not that he could blame them. It wasn't exactly like this place was bustling with activity, so it was probably the most exciting part of their day, seeing someone new in the building. His eyes flicked back to her, hand cautiously closing around her wrist loosely to give the smallest tug to remove it. "I'm not here to cause you trouble, Askaree. You've been out of sorts all day and I..." He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he found himself unwilling to admit that there may have been some personal concern. His eyes darted to the side, jaw tensing again before relaxing. "I was just ensuring it wasn't anything that could interfere with your job." Well, that was a piss poor excuse but maybe he would be so lucky and she wouldn't press. "If you're satisfied with your daily quota of invading my personal space, then I suggest we leave. There's a bar not too far from here." He suggested, throwing out what he hoped would be an acceptable peace offering and distraction to her. His wallet may come to regret it. single | warlock | notes: |