As much as Wes wanted to come up with an argument, shoot down her bold claim he had to admit she had a point.<i>"Ehhh, can't beat the classics I guess. . .could always spice it up with a nice chocolate drizzle. Delight the senses juuuuust a bit more." </i>He gave an amused huff, fingers lightly playing with the fabric of her dress and the playful smile implying he wasn't quite just talking about Ice Cream anymore. It was a perfect sensation, the chilled air that surrounded them only making their warm embrace that much more enticing. Of all the paths that chance meeting in The Woods could have taken, he had to admit sharing each other's company in an ice cream shop comfortably situated in The French Quarter wasn't something he saw coming. Yet he wasnt about to voice his displeasure.<br/><br/><i>"I might be willing to share. Just maybe. Lucky I may just like you a little bit." </i>With a chuckle he waited for her to receive her treat before ordering a small serving of his own, making sure she could see all the delicious sinful goodness that was scooped into the cup as if it needed to be anymore enticing. As tempting as the delicacy was still he couldn't help but think it wasn't nearly as enticing as The Hunter at his side. Those eyes that drove him absolutely wild, The Dress she wore complimenting her already alluring form even more and the sweet taste of her lips complimenting the first bite he took of the sugary delicacy.<i>"Gotta admit, I'm curious." </i>The Hunter gave a smirk, as they returned outside and strolled slowly down St Ann he stayed close by her side, finally scooping a generous helping of Cookie Dough Overload for her to enjoy, of course waiting on her to admit he was right, in his own way. "<i>Not too long ago, we're both having <b>fun </b>Running through the woods with two lovely beasts, learning I do in fact, enjoy Pina Coladas, running into a Lions Den and coming out unharmed. And somehow surviving the night in a Rustic Roadside Motel I'm sure run by <b>Lovely </b>Folks." </i>Wes kept strolling alongside her, eyes glancing between her and the sidewalk they shared. That playful smirk growing until they came right where he wanted them to be.<br/><br/><i>"And I still can't find the words to describe just how badly I want you too." </i>He reached out and took her hand, and with a hard turn to the right, he found himself leading her right through those fancy glass doors to The Hotel he had spoken of earlier. The Ice Cream had served to cool him off, somewhat. As soon as those soft lips had mouthed those words their week of conversations, flirty banter and curious little teasing had just about reached a boiling point, at least for The Hunter. He could see her laying there comfortably in bed as they chatted and texted back and forth, his imagination running wild with each conversation. Returning to The Bar as that flame of lust was ignited, and something just a bit more as they each shared bits and pieces of themselves. This wasn't just desire that drove his actions, Wes found himself caring for her more and more. Closing himself off simply no longer seemed possible, and he didn't feel the need to anymore. Perhaps the rush of Adrenaline was what made him forget one last,<b>Extremely </b>Important detail he had yet to divulge to her.<br/><br/>Instead. Wes found himself leading her along until they came to The Corner of The Hallway just before the Check In Desk, and as he had grown so accustomed he found himself lifting her with a firm grip at the back of her thighs, bringing her up face to face with him before meeting his lips with hers in a deep kiss, pressing her back against the wall to further support her. Pulling back from her lips always felt like the hardest task in the world, intoxicating and addicting. He simply couldn't stop himself.<i>"Just you and me, Corner Room with a view and a bottle of wine?" </i>He finally managed to pull himself back just enough to gently rest his forehead against her own, eyes locked and staring deep into her own, lips still dangerously close to each other. "<i>Unless of course, you'd like to tell me to go jump off a cliff, Ms. Devereaux?" </i>He gave a playful chuckle, tilting his head curiously as he observed her. Just as she could have that night back at The Den, she was free to dismiss him had she suddenly had a change of heart.