Surprisingly enough, Wes didn't even flinch at the smell of the man's breath and was actively smiling, but not showing any teeth. He was just the kind of person who could take in the negative qualities of others without a single complaint. Likely because he himself was more 'negative' than 'positive' even though he didn't look or act it. He took the seat across from the man and leaned on the little table between them. From his breath, Wes could tell that he was either drunk off his ass, didn't brush his teeth, or both. Probably both, if the glimpses of the man's teeth betrayed anything. "I understand you're a man who knows how to get things," Wes said in a sneaky-sort of voice, quoting a movie he had seen sometime before. The quote still applied - the dude [i]was[/i] technically distributing contraband.