"Well, you asked." It's probably the wrong time for his patience to be running short but Spencer isn't interested in drawing this out any longer than necessary. His last visit to prison hadn't exactly made him keen on being here, after all, and the longer he sits in this chair, the more restless he becomes.

He takes a breath, reminding himself that he'd called Lou in to help and he's sure that's what she's doing; he just wishes it could be in a different way. He leans back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest and pursing his lips for a moment before answering. "It isn't what it looks like?"