It was true: Spencer was an absolute terrible chase. He practically himself for her, however it didn't seem to slow Askaree at all. She was still there at almost every turn, ready to play this game of cat and mouse. All that being said, it didn't stop him from giving her a long stare as she called him "vanilla". He was not vanilla. He was like... Well, he was at least French Vanilla (that was good, right? Better than vanilla?). Unfortunately, Spencer found himself at another disadvantage with her telling him that he was something akin to food. While he heard multiple people refer to vanilla as a boring flavor, he couldn't really tell one way or another. Almost everything seemed boring to him. On one hand, it helped him keep a slim figure since he was fond of skipping meals. There was only so much blandness a man can tolerate in one day.

"Oh no. The horror." He drawled in reply to her little sigh. She would be the reason he expanded his knowledge in magic. He always was reading about potions and learning new things but Askaree, and Askaree alone, would be the reason he expanded his practice into actual abilities just so he could use them to knock her on her ass when she climbed up on that high horse. She would be the reason he left his books and vials to relearn how to do something physical. Goddammit. He was going to be the black sheep in the family, breaking from potions.

When Askaree refused to answer where they were going, Spencer was admittedly a little concerned. He was already second-guessing his acceptance of her invitation, even more so now that she dismissed his question with that predatory look. This would probably be the night she ate him except, wait, then she would have to explain to Dorian why Dorian had to be customer service again. Hey look, he had a saving grace in that smug face he occasionally wanted to light on fire. As they made their way down the sidewalk, Spencer did fall in behind Askaree, having her take the lead while he followed a step behind. Despite her being in front, Spencer really didn't feel any safer but he did let part of himself enjoy the pleasures allowed by following her. At least briefly before kicking himself. Of course, having withdrawn into his own thoughts, the man hardly noticed when Askaree stopped suddenly in front of him. Her "dark haired sex tree" had to pull a quick stop and stumble back a step or two to prevent himself from running into her, a little flustered by this almost embarrassment. Of course, her words only inserted more anxiety into the already anxious man.

"Stick close to you? Why do you- What the fuck." Well, if Askaree ever wanted to shatter that mask of indifference Spencer upheld, she succeeded. Once he was inside the building, there was no chance of him pulling it back together. He even knew it was just done for the evening. He was officially 100% out of his element. His expression was a mixture of discomfort, frustration, definitely some disgust, and a look of accusation toward her. At this moment, you bet your ass he was regretting agreeing to come with her. And yes, for her information, he did enjoy spending time at his "waspy cocktail bars." Namely because he didn't feel like he was going to contract a disease or broken face by the end of the night. Spencer studied the bar while sticking quite close to Askaree, occasionally even bumping into her when his eyes became distracted. When she led him to the large man, Spencer focused his attention on Askaree, studying her face and body language, looking for some clue as to what was behind door #2. Funny that it just now Spencer found himself thinking how overdressed he was for this craphole she chose.

Whatever mask Spencer had begun to repair, the new room once again broke it. His eyes darted around, trying to take everything in at once, which was only causing his head to spin. Well, on the upper hand, it looked semi-nicer up here than it did downstairs. His attention was held on the dance floor, specifically certain ladies, for a moment until the noise in the corner drew his attention. Spencer had stopped paying attention to where Askaree was or had been doing, stepping past her as he tried to make out what was happening in that far corner. It seemed his curiosity was peeked despite his initial disapproval of the area. However, that curiosity was short-lived when he found Askaree suddenly much more exposed and invading his little personal space bubble. Again. Her breath tickled his neck, those little hairs raising yet again for the night. Spencer, knowing his usual line of defense was demolished for the night, then decided to adjust his tactics.
"Askaree," He let her name roll around on his tongue for a moment, leaning close to her ear as he rested his hands on her bare shoulders, "You owe me a very, very strong drink." Then, pulling his face away, Spencer turned her around and pushed her in the direction of the bar before adding in an afterthought in case she got any ideas, "And I don't dance."

Well, she drug him down to her world so he might as well learn the rules. Start learning how to, maybe, do a little more than flail.