His enthusiasm was infectious, enough so that Eleanor felt a little swept up by it, even forgetting for a moment the more somber reasons for her visit today in favor of focusing all of her attention on the thing that was making Spence light up like a Christmas tree. It was more endearing than she was ready to admit, but that didn't mean it wouldn't draw her in like a magnet all the same. Hard not to, between the spark of excitement in his eyes and the way he talked so animatedly about the film. It made Eleanor nostalgic for days she hadn't thought about in years.
"I love Vincent Price," Eleanor responded, practically beaming at him. He was many inches taller than her, but with the angle he was currently leaning against the desk, Spence was a little bit closer to eye level with her then he had been since they'd both been sitting in their respective seats. For someone who usually found it hard to look other people in the eyes, Eleanor seemed to have no trouble meeting his.
"When we were kids I tried to scare Aaron with House on Haunted Hill. I think I was more scared than he was," she explained, not at all embarrassed to admit as she tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear with a hushed laugh. Almost wistful, thinking about how things used to be. How simple things used to be, when it was just the two of them.
Eleanor's smile only faltered for a moment at the thought, but it was surprisingly easy to recover around Spence. Whether that had more to do with his overwhelmingly warm and welcoming presence or how easy it was to get swept away by the comforting notes of his voice, she didn't spend too much time trying to dissect any of that. She missed her brother, and Spence made her feel less alone. Eleanor hated feeling alone.
The way he spoke about himself and his reincarnate was nice. He made it all sound so... normal. As if it was possible for reincarnates and hosts to share things the way Spence and his seemed to. Would she and Helena ever get to the point where they shared things? He certainly made it sound like they could, and it was hard for her not to feel hopeful. Eleanor didn't know what the story was with his reincarnate, but their connection was obviously personal. She liked the sound of Laura, but she liked the sound of Spence talking about it even more.
"That doesn't sound too creepy, but I guess anything would seem less creepy than mounted crossbows and leather," Eleanor commented offhanded, a beat later realizing she'd spoken the words out loud and cleared her throat. "Anyway..." Eleanor bit back a sheepish smile and hugged the folder he'd given to her closer to her chest before offering him her hand in a parting gesture. "Thank you, Spence, for taking my case."