Spencer ran a hand over his face, sighing softly as he wrote out his work, vaguely caught up in watching you for a moment. "What are you doing?"

He asked softly, brow quirking upwards as he twirled a pen between his fingers once more. "You're staring," he watched you stare. Well, Spencer liked it. "Is there something on my face?"

Something you liked, clearly. So he attempted to clear down his face, much to your amusement. "Now you're laughing," he noted, an incredulous laugh escaping him too.