One eyebrow curved elegantly upward, and he smirked around the joint before answering. "I am just fine," he assured her. Turning the joint around, he brought it to her mouth so she could take a hit. His hands were completely healed, having already been extensively documented by the DMLE. He didn't even have any pain or soreness. He hoped Silas did, though. He hoped the piece of shit never felt quite right again.
"Well, I'm hardly noble. It was just a handy excuse to cave someone's face in." Even though the words were said casually, it wouldn't surprise him if Kenzie saw through them. Wes wasn't a softie. He was selfish and hedonistic and had a rage that burned in him, a rage he usually kept on a very short leash. But there were certain things he refused to tolerate, and neglecting consent was quite high on that list.