Shaking his head, clearly disappointed, Wesley growled. "He talks a fucking pile of shit sometimes. No offense to you but sometimes he's fucking quick to judge. He's not a great handle of character. Yeah I'll charge for the check ups sure, if I wanted to make money I'd do what I know works which is dealing drugs." He shot her a worried glance. "Not that... I do that any more. I just know more than I should about it."