I miss you when you're gone

Spencer scowled further at her answer, clearly not satisfied with it. However, there was little that could be done now as his breakfast had become paint. She wasn't entirely wrong, it hadn't really looked overtly appealing from the get-go, but it didn't mean her dramatic entrance was necessary. Of course, was anything she did truly necessary? The answer was no. Still, he appreciated that she returned the knife to its home. While he had never believed she would use it on him â€" yes, he's calling her bluff- he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to really test that belief. He had never been that good at poker, always either too aggressive or too reserved. He never seemed to be capable of finding the right amount of balance.

"Don't be so dramatic; we're hardly strangers." He retorted flatly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at her. "Also, for the record, you were not dragged. It was more like you were... herded." Perhaps that wasn't the right word but he was still distracted between cleaning himself off and maintaining eye contact.

If she thought he was more attractive when he was huffy, she was getting a large dose of a huffy Spencer this morning. In fact, she even got an audible huff of irritation when he wasn't able to fully remove the food stain. He held the shirt away from his body, studying the stain for a moment longer, before giving up and pulling it over and off. One hand pulled the white undershirt down while he set the discarded shirt on the countertop next to him. Now that he had given up on that, he turned his back to her so he could focus on wiping off his counters. Get his kitchen back to being unusable.

"I'm a wonderful host. You just have strange standards." Truthfully, sometimes, he was just arguing to argue. He knew she didn't mean it that way but he just couldn't stop himself from biting the bait she dangled like a greedy fish. Now, she was going to eat him alive in this game like always. "And it was only a little nightcap, something to get you to sleep." It hadn't occurred to him to hide the fact that he had actually drugged her, or that she might possibly be making another snide joke. While Spencer had always been private with his potions, he never really was the person to hide the fact if he was being called out. It wasn't like she was the type of person to go to the police, not with her profession.

"How's your head, by the way? Any headaches? Migraines? Lights too bright? Any discoloration in your vision?" Spencer had stopped his obsessive cleaning, spinning sharply to face her. His brow was drawn together slightly, not with the usual disdain but something that nearly resembled... Concern? Curiosity? A mix of the two, among other thoughts flitting through his head. If there had been any doubt she was drugged, it probably had since evaporated.

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