<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes made sure to keep an eye on how she reacted to his little quips and mannerisms, still trying to feel her out. Get a good idea of just who she was without having to ask too many questions, besides, it was just in his nature. Hiding everything that was boiling just below the surface under a smile and a wave, even as he gave a hearty chuckle as she responded to his "jump off a cliff" bit, deep in the back of his mind he was absolutely livid. It made him a wild card, and he could sense the caution she displayed towards him because she had probably already discerned that all on her own. His blood was still on fire, adrenaline from their encounter with The Shifters still running in his veins and the anger that was churning in his chest that his target had escaped thanks to one screaming woman. The only thing allowing it to show was the overtight grip he held on the strap of his rifle over his shoulder.<br/>
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<i>"Fair enough I suppose, mighty decent of you to at least wait to tell me until after you've filled my empty stomach."</i><br/>
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He flashed her a warm smile as he spoke before letting another chuckle escape him, acting as though he had just been struck in dramatic fashion as he brought his hands over his heart and made a silly little "ouch" face as she continued on. "<i>Me? A Liar? Couldn't be! I'll have you know I was voted most honest in my Boy Scout troop growing up, thank you very much. Besides, the foiled plans? Water under the bridge." </i>He gave a click of the tongue and a small "finger guns" motion to her as she walked ahead of him. Deep down there was no way he was going to forgive her for it, at least not for a good long while, or if the Dinner she provided was absolutely life changing, he supposed they'd have to wait and see.<br/>
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Once they reached their destination he allowed himself to lean against a nearby tree, readjusting his rifle strap and waiting patiently for her as he crossed his hands over his lap. Nodding as she provided him her name while she began to unearth her stash, "<i>That's a lovely name. Earlier statement still stands, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Devereaux." </i>Doing his absolute best to pronounce her last name correctly, he gave a smile and bowed politely to her, watching as she pulled off her gloves and neatly packed them away with her weapon before raising a brow as she began to unzip her jumpsuit. Glancing away over to the forest in order to give her a bit of privacy, pretending he didn't notice the simple outfit she wore underneath. ~<b>Professional Wes, Remember.~ </b>he thought to himself, giving a bit of a smirk to his own mind telling him to stay well behaved, especially in front of a complete stranger who very well could probably kill him before he'd even know what had happened. Though he did allow himself to steal a bit of a glance at her before bringing a hand to his chin, rubbing thoughtfully as he considered her question.<br/>
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<i>"Honestly. A hot meal is a hot meal, however I'm certainly not going to complain if there's Breakfast involved."</i><br/>
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He gave a small shrug at this, refocusing his attention on her with a warm smile on his lips, gauging her reaction. Breakfast? In the middle of the night? After wading knee deep in shifters blood? Well. Why the hell not? It was his Achilles heel, his little sin of delicacy to indulge in whenever he had the opportunity, and the thought of a hot plate of Eggs, bacon, Steak and Toast nearly drove his stomach to scream at just the mere thought.<br/>
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<i>"We get back on the road and take the 10 Eastward up to the 61 we hit up Sorrento and stop at this little place simply called Coffee House, food is to die for."</i><br/>
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He let himself push off the tree he was leaning on, offering a hand outwards in an offer to carry her bag for her, its not like she needed the assistance, but she had promised to feed his starving soul and the least he could do was attempt to be a gentleman in the meantime. <i>"At least until you tell me to jump off a cliff, I'm humbly at your service."</i></span>