For fuck's sake. Wes shifted at Dante's comment, raising a finger. "Right back atcha, ya big chunk o' cold meat." Not particularly biting but the point would get across.
Wesley gave a half pout, half frown to the man beside him then turned to the television. News was boring. So he picked up the remote and turned it so some Western that happened to be playing on TV. Wes stretched out, setting his feet on the table akin to Dante's. He was such an old man. "Did you.... do it?" he asked quietly, making sure his eyes were staring infront of him.