Wesley watched as Logan deftly retrieved his laptop from its bag and began powering it up. Although certainly not the tyro he had been once with the technology, he still often found himself in admiration of his peers who showed such facility with the devices. It was yet another tool, another skill he intended to add to his repertoire. Wesley nodded, pulling his chair around to have a view of the screen.

"A great number of teenagers, all in one place? Moloch would consider it a farmer's market. Definitely the place to start."

As Logan paged through some of the site's content, Wesley noted the time on the computer's clock. He checked it against his own watch and cursed quietly.

"My friend, I'm afraid I am about to be terribly rude. I have something of a working appointment in half an hour, and the individual I'm meeting is particularly unsavoury. I trust we can continue this tomorrow?" Wesley laid out a few bills on the table. "And I insist on covering your room, as I was the one who did the inviting. I'll let the front desk know."

Wesley patted himself down, insuring he hadn't left anything behind. "I'd invite you along to observe, but I think we'd both rather your very first encounter with a demon not involve having to wipe ichor off of your glasses. Trust me." He stood and put a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Give me a ring when you're ready tomorrow. Room 1123."