Apparently he'd moved too soon, distracting her from his challenge to prove she wasn't wearing a bra, but... ah well, all in good time, Wes thought with a mental sigh. Besides, she was utterly fixated on him, and that didn't seem likely to end in any sort of fight this time, so he was going to enjoy it.
"We should," he agreed easily, motioning for her to go ahead with it. He quite liked the thought of her removing his shirt for him, of her hands brushing against his body.
"You," Wes answered simply. Oh, it could easily come off like a line, but this time, it was pure truth. He'd seen her post, recognized the view, and decided to go for it. It had been rather lucky that he'd found her out on the street so quickly, though. He brought a hand up, his fingers delicately brushing a bit of hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. There were a lot of things he thought of saying in that moment, but he had no idea what might set her off in this strange mood she was in while high, and he rather was hoping to get laid instead of yelled at this time.