Part of the reason Wes had never seemed to stay with any one woman for long, had been because he knew he would out live them. When he, and Piper had first met, she had been young, very young, and next to him, appeared even more so. Of course, after twenty years together, Wes hadn't aged, but she had. It had nothing to do with vanity, but seeing those lines appear in her face, watching the way her age began to effect her, it had always been a grim reminder of what their future would hold. Eventually, they would have reached a point, where being together was no longer logical. Love was fine, but no person that was honest to themselves could say it wouldn't bother them to be with someone that looked like your grandmother. Though he hadn't seen her in years, Piper was still around, and kicking. Seeing her again, after so long, it had been strange for him, and for her as well. That had to have been the first time she really became acutely aware of how their differences in race really effected them. She saw it in their children as well, neither of them looked their age, not even close. At this point, Wes wasn't sure how long he would live. Being only half demon, he wasn't immortal, he did age, but it was at a snails pace. With Cat, he had always known that being with her, he would one day have to face her aging, her death. It hadn't been something he thought he would face so soon. They had been living in Brazil at the time, a place that had an impressive were population, when it had all struck. They still didn't know what it had been, but, it had done the job of wiping out a quarter of the weres in the country. Cat had come dangerously close to losing that battle, and would have, had Wes not done something he had never done before... asked his mother for help.
At the time, he hadn't known how to contact her, who knew where the hell she was? But, he had called out to her, pleaded for her to come, and she had. Helena had looked exactly as he remembered her to be, which was odd, because for the longest time, he couldn't have recalled even her eye color. Helena had been... unlike any other demon he had ever known, it was painfully obvious that she hadn't belonged on earth, something from within her, almost a glow, it had left him unsettled to say the least. Still, she was his mother, and he knew if anyone would be able to help, it was her. The older the demon was, the more powerful they were. The more pure their ancestry, the stronger their capabilities. His mother had given them a gift, what she had called 'giving them a part of her soul', a part of her life. Her immortality. Cat had recovered, fully, and hadn't aged a day since. Wes now had to wonder if she would be the one watching him die at some point. "I was expecting it to be delivered to me. You want me to walk all this way?" He asked dryly, glancing between the few feet that separated them from the bar. "I'll be happy with a beer," A brandy would scratch his throat at the moment, and that wasn't what he needed at all. "They are proving me wrong. I didn't think they would catch onto the music this quickly." Wes pointed to one of the green bottles behind the bar, "One of those, yeah. So, where is Felix?" He asked, his eyes sweeping around to any gathering of attractive women that might point out his son's location.