<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes couldn't help but grin at her comment, chuckle moving his body as he readjusted in his seat and simply gave a nod and a snap of his fingers, indicating she had hit the nail right on the head. <i>"Never really notice how much that accent comes out till you're far from home." </i>He could go on for days of the memories he held of Texas, the various little adventures he took back and forth across the state, driving for 10 hours in one direction and still somehow being in the same damn state. He certainly didn't do any favors for himself humidity wise relocating to Louisiana, it was oppressive back home but nowhere near as suffocating as it seemed to be in The Bayou State. Finally he let his glass sit back peacefully on the table as he readjusted himself to more appropriately sit before her, back straight and eyes meeting hers as she began to speak, showing interest and manners as she spoke, slow nods given as he listened. <i>"Just a casual jump over to New Orleans, seen it a few times passing through but never bothered stopping...don't exactly seem to be the Mandeville type." </i>He gave a grin as he teased her a bit, given the "stiff" comment she passed. <br/>
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He simply tugged a bit at the collar of his shirt for a moment before letting it float freely back over his shoulders. It was a bit obvious he was a tiny bit "rough" around the edges, that cocky attitude and slicked back dirty blonde hair, especially with his beard having been allowed to grow a bit more in recent days, desperately in need of a trim or a shave. Yet his eyes maintained a strange kindness about them, breaking through his rougher exterior and telling a story of much more that laid just beneath the surface. It seemed to be the same with her, despite her well kept and "professional" manners he could see it as he caught glimpses at beautiful green pools of her eyes. There was something else there he just knew it, and it drew his curiousity, he'd seen that smile tug at her lips a few times, as if she was trying to force it back. She obviously had a bit of a sense of humor, even if she quickly returned back to "business" after flashing it. She may have been having her own questions about The Strange Man sitting across from her but Wes was becoming just as curious about her as well, especially after her "episode".<br/>
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He could smell their food being cooked, and it distracted him as he inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma filling the dining room and closing his eyes. Afterwards giving a nod outside the door to The Truck that had been parked outside. <i>"Used to live up in Alexandria but been moving place to place as need be. Great thing about Louisiana, not like there's a shortage of places to make camp when ya need to." </i>Wes didn't mind the "nomadic" life, it brought opportunities to meet many a strange folk during his travels, and the constant change of scenery did well to keep him distracted, even if it did tend to become a bit lonely at times. Nothing a hunt or two didn't solve if it ever started to become too much. As their food finally came out and Wes nearly wanted to weep for joy on sight of his plate, he did raise a brow a bit as she offered to pay for his room, thanking the waitress and trying desperately not to simply tear into his meal as he gently tore a piece of toast in half and broke the yolk of his meal. <i>"Paying for my meal <b>and </b>giving me a warm bed for the night? I'm flattered Miss Devereaux, one might think you're starting to take a liking to me." </i>That warm smile being given and a sly little playful wink sent her way before he took a bite of his food and let a groan of satisfaction rumble in his chest, closing his eyes. Savoring the flavor as his growling stomach was finally being silenced.<br/>
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<i>"I'll think about it. . .You've already been so kind wouldn't want to inconvenience you further." </i>His words were spoken truthfully, but long ago he already began planning on how he was going to be able to escape her for just an hour or so. A Hunter herself, he didn't wish to run the risk of her becoming <i>too </i>nosy when he left his room in the middle of the night to do gods knows what. Even as he enjoyed his meal, taking his time and savoring it there was another hunger he still needed to quiet. He was content to wait until morning, but the smell of her blood earlier continued to haunt his senses, and he wished to rid himself of it as soon as he could before running the risk of somehow losing his self control. Especially in front of her, as far as Wes knew, she still had no idea of the other secret he held tightly behind sealed lips. <i>"Morning sounds good. Give ya a chance to rest up and let me recall everything I need to. Appreciate The Dinner, I'm in your debt." </i>Offering her another little kind smirk and a nod of thanks before he returned to his plate. Hoping she wouldn't push the issue further, Wes would simply camp out for the Night in the truck as he always did. <br/>
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Besides, he didn't do well in enclosed spaces he wasn't familiar with.</span>​</div>