Lassiter narrows his eyes. If he was going to compliment Spencer at all, which he isn't, he would say that Spencer is sharp. Incoherent, yes, and frequently fuzzy around the edges... In fact, most of the time, he's just as disjointed and strange as he's behaving now.

Only, it's different. It takes the detective a few moments to realise that there's no cryptic psychic "moment" attached to this. Spencer is drunk. Lassiter can't help smirking a little at that.

"You feeling alright there?" He loosen his tie with his left hand as he takes his drink to sip with his right.