Ira is drunk enough to follow Spencer into anything right now. Especially anything that involves his muscles on display. Ira's a fan. He takes it all in for a moment, helping by letting his fingers nudge Spencer's shirt up a few inches more than it needs to be nudged for the purposes of this exercise. "So. How do you do this?"

He's grinning far too wide for sincerity, but why not bide his time?