"Hey, you want quality hugs? You pay. I've made you an offer you can't refuse." Wally just waves his hand, throwing that last bit off casually like a stereotypical don in one of those old mafia movies. He's glad to have helped somewhat, definitely.

"So," he begins, changing the subject a bit. He looks up from his food and tilts his head some. "What brought you here?" Really, he doesn't say, but means. He's getting the impression that Kyle doesn't do much without thought. To some degree.