"But that would take away the suspense," he said distractedly, more interested in the store. No one ever said Spencer was a normal boy. Ever. But he didn't mean her any harm; just look at those puppy dog eyes. He was generally harmless.
"Yeah, a store, but what kind of store?" With a name like Aphrodite on the West Side, Spence had his questions. He followed her inside, though, his boots protecting his feet from the glass underneath his feet. At least he wasn't bothered by the breaking and entering -- hi, Brotherhood. When he entered and saw it was occult supplies, he nodded. "Oh, cool. Just for fun or..." he looked around a bit more before turning to her. "Or thinking about the never-dead undead?"