Spencer wrinkles his nose. "Put my mission before my own safety," he explains and shakes out his hair, shedding confetti. "There was an incident with some freshman and a box of tinsel that didn't go so hot for me. But hey, none of it ended up on the tree." That he seems proud about, at the very least, and demonstrates as much by throwing a handful of it around his shoulders like a scarf. It mostly serves to tangle him up more, but he wears it with confidence.

"Naughty list is where I belong anyway," he concedes pleasantly. "A good boy like you oughta steer clear."