In response, Spencer leans back dangerously, gripping the railing. He can roll with the sudden comment, and even basks in it. He tilts his head back to take in the cloudy night sky. For a second he thinks this must look super cool with his neck exposed and the lake and woods behind him, but how can you tell if anyone's hot or cool with this weird charm muddying it all up? Briefly embarrassed by his own empty vanity, Spencer sits back up.

"Probably. Can you imagine the bad press if I fell to my death?" He gives a little half-laugh, then looks at the newcomer out of the corner of his eye. "But hey, if I fuck up and you have to grab me, I'll still tell everyone you saved my life."