A laugh, like scales sliding over silk, a snake between sheet, and Wesker's teeth flashed, equal parts humor and threat. Unfazed. As unconcerned by Sam, as he was of Bucky, flapping that sworld uselessly beside him.

"How sweet."

As quickly as it had come, the sharp smile disappeared, and his eyes flared in a mirror of Sam's, adrenaline rushing through his veins. T strengthening him.

"This is my facility."

But he didn't move to attack. Not yet. Sensing, perhaps, an opportunity.

"Leave."