"Have I?" Spencer commented lightly, lips barely moving as he spoke through gritted teeth. "I don't know, Dina." He tilted his head sarcastically toward her, "Perhaps I am the leader, then."
THE BOSS. He was the BOSS, damnit! But he was tactful enough not to push that into everyone's faces.
"Rational thought process?" He offered, thinking very irrationally at that moment that he should poison Serena's drink so she'd stop asking these odd questions.
"Well, I mean. Dina, of course you and Spencer are a pair so it'd be odd if you didn't listen to him. But, Roger is free to have his own ideas, aren't you, Rog?"
Spencer sent a straight look at his best friend. What would he say? Could he really forget the years Spencer has spent looking after him?
Spencer never felt as betrayed in this challenge to his authority.
He was Julius Caesar and Dina/Roger were Brutus. Serena was the ringleader guy who stabbed him numerous times.