Spencer turned his head toward Roger at his allusion and flustered for a moment. "I meant something else, but that does make a good point as well, you can't say I don't listen to you during sex, Dina!" His chest puffed out a little, "I'm very thoughtful, actually."
Serena meanwhile, colored. Unused to such obvious talk, she wasn't sure if she was close enough to Dina and Spencer yet to know all the aspects of their relationship. "Yeah, Roger," She decided to attempt some banter of her own, "Women be shoppin', so you should keep on your toes." Her cheeks broke into a fond smile.
"Oh you don't care?" Spencer asked innocently, "I suppose I'll return it then. Pity, you might have gotten some good use out of it at that gala next month. That'll teach me for buying you gifts just because, I suppose I should just stick to major holidays, then."
"Spencer Law!" Serena laughed, "That's actually pretty funny -" She caught the murderous glint in Spencer's eye and gulped, "Hopefully they don't include beheadings as punishment because you're rather scary looking right now, Spence."
Spencer rolled his eyes and threw his cloth napkin down onto the table. "Well, seeing the both of you waste your time or put yourself in some of harms way does get in my way, Roger. But I think I'll impart some Spencer Law and say this conversation is over. Go to your ice cottage and have lots of fun and influenza."
He stood, wanting very much to storm out and cursing the fact that it was his own house.