Wesley watched curiously and rose his brow. "Oh really? But you are alone now. There is no one else around. You could find yourself in a predicament. I will keep an eye on you for now so you can ... look for seashells safely." He would keep an eye out and see who was so 'kindly' keeping an eye out on him. Maybe this would lead to an opium den and young men who entertained. He couldn't imagine such a place normally in Whitby, but there had been more and more wealthy people moving to town. Something must be drawing them in.