Spencer wants to reassure her that she is neither a poor siren nor a poor villain but after rethinking it for a moment, he's not actually sure that saying such a thing would be helpful in any way. Instead, he just shakes his head and smiles, gesturing at the gifts she'd brought for the baby shower before giving her pointed look. "It doesn't matter what kind of siren or villain you are, you're a good friend. It's taken me thirty years to learn this, I can promise you that in the end, that's what will matter."

Granted, he isn't sure that April would actually consider him a friend, and it's alright if she doesn't; but she's always been nice to him, at least comparatively nicer than some of the people in this town, and he's grown inexplicably fond of her. He knows that Joel isn't necessarily her biggest fan, if only because she seems to insist on flirting hardest when his husband is watching, but nobody is asking all of them to be best friends so Spencer supposes there's no harm done.

"Anyway, the fact that you're apologizing to me about it now after bearing gifts counts for a great deal," he says, and he's teasing a bit but there's also a sincerity in his tone that he hopes April can hear. He holds no ill will toward her, not toward anyone changed for the worse under that spell, and he wouldn't want her to go on thinking that there's a part of him that resents her. His alternate self, perhaps, but not in this reality.