<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes let a smile tug at his lips, snatching the key out of the air as it was tossed his direction and letting it dip and weave between his fingers like a coin for a few seconds as he raised his brows and shrugged with a bit of a nod. "<i>Can work with that. Long as I don't wake up with someone trying to saw off my toes think it'll make do." </i>Wes was no stranger to sleeping in strange places, anything was more comfortable than being six feet underground covered in soil....than again, that might have been just a tax bit more preferable to whatever awaited him behind the door their rooms. A hearty chuckle being given, crossing his arms and flashing a toothy grin her direction as she commented on his cleaned up appearance. "<i>Ahhh, you're too kind. Figured it wasn't annoying enough to keep ya from picking up that phone and reaching out." </i>Tilting his head to her, testing just how receptive she would be to his little quips and comments. If this was another one of those "Professional" moods or if she had relaxed a little bit, he knew she had it in her despite her outwards appearance and demeanor. Definitely in appearance, poor boy always was a sucker for a pretty woman with Green Eyes.<br/>
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He didn't even mind when she mentioned she still <i>technically </i>didn't have the information he so desperately sought after. It had to have been the good mood Cass had put him in, had it been only a few days earlier he would have handed her key back and left right then and there with no further words, and a very quick blocking of her number. It was also perhaps in concern for her plight, in the short time they'd spent together she did seem to be the trustworthy type, keeping her word and even going above and beyond it, she had helped him out and whatever strange "code" The Man still had told him he must answer in kind.<i> "It's fine. I trust you'll come through when the time comes. Besides, nice to stretch and get some fresh air, yeah?" </i>Once again stretching his arms above his head and turning his torso about as he got "loose" and shook himself off feeling refreshed. <i>"Figured as much. Off the books is what I do best, makes it nice and easy when you don't gotta file paperwork afterwards." </i>Not entirely sure if that assumption was even true but he did like to imagine that's how it would go. Her order seemed very strict, even if this whole ordeal was "sanctioned" would they even have approved something this far out in the middle of nowhere? Wes had no knowledge of how these various groups of Hunters operated, he didn't need to it wasn't like he planned on filling out a registration form and waiting on some suited asshat that had never stepped foot into the wild to judge if he was "Good Enough."<br/>
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When Ava began to answer his question about Scarlett however, that smile began to disappear, heavy huff being given before letting his hands rest at his side. He opened his mouth to begin voicing his protest, but decided against it, his eyes showed genuine concern as she spoke, and he wanted to find the words to comfort her. It had to have been absolute hell not knowing, and even worse when it seemed her own family refused to help in the matter. Wes could only imagine what was going through her mind all of those days, what she tried to tell herself in order to calm her nerves if it ever became too much. In a lot of ways seeing that same ordeal he had gone through now materializing in her, giving a solemn nod and swallowing his words. <i>"Sorry to hear that. It ain't much but if you have a photo or something. . . know you probably already checked her old haunts but. Doesn't hurt to have a second pair of eyes." </i>He offered her a small warm smile and a shrug, a genuine offer. It only seemed fair, even if it was just to find her sister she was helping him track down that Blue Eyed Bastard, so the least he could do was offer the same kindness in return. Letting his hands rest in the pockets of his jacket and following her as she lead the way, crunch of the gravel under their feet therapeutic to get his mind back in focus to the task at hand. "<i>No more stealing? Where's the fun in that?" <br/>
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He stifled the chuckle in his chest, shaking his head before gave her an extremely confused look, almost like she had offended him, but somehow still extremely curious at the same time. Her words brought a sarcastic smile to his face and a laugh as he turned on his heel, rubbing his chin thoughtfully before turning to glance back at her. "<i>Give me a second here. . .A Grunch? You called me out here to help you hunt a Chupacabra?" </i>It was obvious she had expected that kind of reaction from him, her chosen words earlier and now the offer of Dinner being thrown in afterwards. Wes sported an almost offended look on his face for a few moments, running a hand through his hair and walking slowly in circles before he began to give a hearty laugh. At first it seemed as if he was about to tell her Goodbye and head right back to The Truck, after a nice scolding of course. But now there was something else, a playful gleam in his eye and a spring in his step as he slapped his hands together and rubbed them thoughtfully. Afterwards extending them to his side and glancing around at the empty space between them, "<i>Alright. Where's the fresh meat? Unless of course you were planning on using me as live bait. I know I may look like a tempting meal, love. But not exactly up for being chewed on by a Grunch tonight." </i>He offered her a playful grin before giving a heavy sigh, leaning against the outside of his door with arms crossed over his chest and meeting her eyes with his own. <i>"I'm in. Two things. One, you're serious about this? Not some kind of dumb joke? And two. . .after we kill the bugger you and I need to have a chat about your order." </i>His tone began to shift near the end of his sentence, and the look in his eyes spoke enough to tell her he was being serious. No jokes, no cocky grin, serious agreement between two "partners". "<i>I promised I'd help you. Meant it. But the fact your order isn't helping you, and your own family seems to not give a shit about your missing sister. It rubs me the wrong way, I'm sure you're even more pissed about it than I am. You shouldn't be out here hunting fucking Swamp Monsters just to get answers."</i>​</div>