Her hyper-focus was amusing, and Wes hummed softly for a moment, prevaricating on whether it was worth it to tease her that it might not happen tonight after all. But no, that would be cruel, wouldn't it? Fun, probably, but cruel. Ah, too bad.
"Although I understand what you mean, no," he answered with a wicked smirk. "My mind often mixes music with other...musings." He shifted from his seat, wading through the water toward her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "But I know you've admitted to your innocence, so I imagine it's not automatic for your brain to imagine... certain things."