"They'd have been toast," Gerard said smugly, watching Audrey preening and cleaning the blood off her petals. He turned to see what Spencer was doing with the little shrivelfig -- Gerard thought it totally looked like a Seymour, but he didn't want to infringe on Spencer's territory and start naming all his plants. Spencer really was amazingly good at all this -- Gerard was still a bit useless when it came to identifying plants that weren't already in neat, labeled vials, but he thought he was getting better. Slowly.
He turned back to Audrey, watching her undulate her tentacles and open and close her petals -- no idea what any of that meant, but it was still pretty enchanting. She seemed pleased, to his unlearned eye, so Gerard felt okay with chattering softly at her for a while about what she was missing out on the grounds.
He still instinctively went for his wand, though, when she curled a vine around Spencer's wrist and tugged -- he managed to keep from actually pulling it out of his pocket, at least, so hopefully Audrey wouldn't take the movement as an immediate threat. And anyway, on reflection, Spencer looked more bemused than upset. Never hurt to check, though.
"Alright, Smith?" Gerard asked cautiously, edging a little closer to the circle.