Webster wraps his arm over Gwen's shoulder when she leans up against him. "I have no dreams of catching up to you," he assures her as he takes another sip from his beer. He looks down at her, "I like you. Whatever fetish you may or may not have." He gives her shoulder a little squeeze and holds her close against his body. He looks up at the fire and rubs her upper arms gently, finally allowing himself to relax a bit. "...or may someday develop."