Although Arren was thinking about it, he wasn't ready to reveal anything to Spade yet. Perhaps sometime in the future, but for now, he would just let it be. Who cares if he becomes suspicious? It wasn't like Spade would arrest him for that, right?
The alpha didn't ask or respond after that. Arren slightly drew away from the embrace, and as his eyes glanced at the dance floor, he froze and squinted his eyes to observe further.
"What is it?" Spade inquired as the alpha noticed him becoming fixated on the dancefloor; he also shifted his gaze in that direction before returning to Arren.
Arren blinked and then faced Spade; his mind was slightly processing what he saw—or, more accurately, who he saw. He wasn't even sure if the person he saw was the right one. It was dark, yes. However, he recognized who it was the moment the dancing lights landed for a few seconds on that person. It was Rave Amos!
