Wesley stops as well, turning to face her. He has so many questions. Some of which he's not so certain he'd want the answer to.

"I...appreciate the offer." He regards her for a moment, the silence stretching out a little over-long. "Where to begin..." Why was it so hard just to ask the bloody question? Perhaps if they kept walking? He starts to head towards the kitchen again, hoping Fred will follow. "I've been speaking to Illyria. She told me some things which I found rather unsettling."