“I’m sorry, did you just compliment me?” “Don’t take it personally,” he echoes. “I tell my accountant he looks nice all the time, too.” “It’s a slippery slope to earnest compliments, Spencer.” He tilts his head, appraising me. “I don’t expect you to let me get that far. You’ve never been one for accepting my compliments.” “You’ve never been one for giving them to me.” “Maybe you weren’t listening.” “Trust me, I was.”
