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Without a immediate direct comment to the situation, Wesley responds with a smirk, releasing a soft chuckle after pulling his dark tanned lips from the neck of the bottle. Holding the vodka just below chest level with his right hand, he lifts his left to his face. Using only his clawed ring finger, he brushes his crimson locks from his view, only for them to fall back into place again. His hair is still somewhat damp, as he usually doesn't bother putting much effort into drying it.

"I see. What happened to KenoTao, might I ask?"

This causes the demon's eyebrow to raise as he listens to what Ichigo says. He turns his head away, searching out for the boy's ki. He finds it a moment later. Indeed, he seems to be different. Not to mention incredibly weaker than before. Tali could kill him without a second thought at that level. Wesley grits his teeth and growls in frustration at this fact, still looking off into the distance as he speaks again.

"Normal now?"

A sigh escapes Taliman's lips as he lowers and shakes his head, disappointed. There is little point to exacting revenge on the Earthling the way he is now. It would be not only unfulfilling, but pointless. The brat probably doesn't even know what he's done since his chick was killed. Calming his thoughts, Tali lifts the bottle and takes another drink. As soon as he lowers it, he speaks to Ichigo, taking a seat at the bartnder stool.

"He may be his usual self again, but I can still smell him on you."

"How could you not recall that?"

Wesley grins again at the little girl, who is actually only an inch shorter than he is. One of the few people here he is taller than. Sipping again from the bottle, he returns the cap to its proper place and sets the beverage down. Folding his arms on the counter, he arches one brow at Ichigo before elaborating in a mildly sarcastic tone.

"The scent of his body is all over yours, love. Were you cuddling or something?"

"Oh, just curious. I know nothing happened, I figured it was worth mentioning."

Surely few appreciate Wesley reading their thoughts. Even fewer appreciate him hinting towards answers when he already knows the truth. In any case, he slides the bottle of vodka a few feet down the length of the bar with his left hand, sighing as he looks off to one side. Anyone with a decent sense of smell would be able to pick up Satomi's scent on him, though it was more faint now. He hasn't been around her in a few days now.

Wesley pauses for a short while, looking at Ichigo with a curious look adorning his expression. He's getting bored sitting here, talking about nothing in particular and watching the conversation move nowhere. He speaks once before standing up.

"I'll leave you to that."

The Orinian demon crouches slightly before jumping over Ichigo and the counter, landing with a soft tap on the other side. He holds his hands behind his waist as he moves along, headed for the lounge.

Once he reaches the doorway of the lounge, Tali glances over his shoulder at Ichigo, who looks just a little miserable. He raises his brows for a moment before turning away again and taking a seat on the first couch available, which faces the main room, and should be in view from Ichigo's spot at the bar should she look. Folding his arms and crossing his legs as he situates himself on the couch, Wesley silences himself almost entirely, his breathing becoming very slow and rhythmic. Though not sleeping, he is in a calmed state, more than likely of meditation.