It would be annoying if it wasn't so entertaining just how much of an open book she was. Her emotions played out on her face--mostly in those dark eyes of hers--and Wes couldn't help chuckling at that cool tone she wore like a shield. "Indeed, darling," he confirmed, lifting his drink toward her in a mock toast before taking a sip of it.
"You'll probably make better tips if you work the room a bit more though," he stage whispered the unsolicited advice, wondering just how much he could push her under the circumstances. How important was this game to her? Did she have ulterior motives in working it? He didn't particularly care except where it might impact his entertainment in possibly goading reactions from her.