Wrench doesn't make any move to pull away, but there's an incremental tension that makes its way back through his posture. The tall man seems even more upright, and while his gaze remains focused ahead something in his expression appears guarded. It's tough not to feel like Iggy's just messing with him now. Like maybe the other guy has made a game out of his refusal, and is trying to see how much it'll take to break through.

How about I get you back safe, then we discuss sleeping arrangements.

If Wrench is so wary of his intentions, why doesn't he just say no? Why leave the door open to the possibility of something else? The thought nags at him as they keep walking, and eventually he can't help himself.

What's your interest anyway? Honestly. I already told you that you don't have to do all that. Are you just fucking with me now?