Wes watches her closely, not quite sure what to say. Then he shakes his head and goes for, "Not stupid. Just ... don't."

He smiles quickly (it's only a little better than hers) and waves at her bottle. "C'mon. Still got a contest here. Think I'm winning," he adds, and takes a sip of his own Whyren's.

He's ... actually trying to just shrug it off. And change the subject before he has to explain why.