<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The Hunter let that grin of his speak volumes as he saw those green eyes of hers light up and she spoke. Of course he could have let his mind head straight to the gutter, treat him to anything he wanted, but just as he joked about earlier before, his words did hold a bit of truth for himself. <i>Professionals have standards. </i>Besides, the rumbling in his core was beginning to become hard to ignore, if he truly thought about it, not even remembering the last time he was graced with a hot meal. Let alone company that didn't wield claws and fangs, and at least for the moment, she didn't seem to have any intentions of trying to gut him and leave him to bleed out. Though maybe that would change if he kept up the absolutely terrible humor.<br/>
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Wes successfully shoved those memories back into their lock box for another day, letting the stress fade off of his shoulders and the soft look returned to his eyes. Letting a hand run over messy hair and neatly slick it back as he began to follow her lead, eyes glancing about their route. It brought an important memory back to him as he found the smooth stone he had stashed against tree trunk and let it bounce in his hand for a moment or two, a simple "Watch your head" being given as warning to the woman before he tossed it into the branches above, a clunk being heard before he reached a hand out and his stashed Rifle fell ever so gracefully into it, eyes scanning to make sure he hadn't accidently hurt his baby before he slung it over his shoulder with a content huff.<br/>
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He had this route planned out, and just a few hundred feet further was where he planned on ending this long Nightmare of his, closing his eyes and allowing himself to day dream. He could see it all, sighting his rifle as the bullet would split the air and find its mark in that mans spine, the sick joy of the butchering that was to come before Wes was to be overwhelmed by the shifters numbers and both him and his prey would lay there in a pool of their blood. It was a glorious if somewhat <i>messy </i>way to go, but he was content if that were to be his end.<br/>
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His day dream was swiped away from him as he let his eyes open again as she spoke, giving a bit if a chuckle and giving a light shrug. <i>"Don't see why not, fire away." </i>Giving a nod as he let his hands wrap around the strap of his rifle thoughtfully. Half expecting another long interrogation into how he knew The Coven and just how they planned on finding her lost Sister using that information, slightly surprised when it happened to be much simpler. <i>"Suppose that's a good point. Could have easily just told me to go jump off a cliff." </i>Giving a bit of a smile.<br/>
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He was half tempted to tell her a lie, but The Hunter was a man of his word. And he'd already promised to answer her honestly. It was a good a place to start as any.<br/>
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"<i>Wes Marquez, pleasure to meet you."</i></span>