"You're aroused," He mused, catching a glimpse of the way the man's pupils had started to dilate, the blood rushing to his face--and elsewhere. "Interesting." He hadn't thought Birkin the type. No matter, his attention had already flickered elsewhere, and the younger scientist would be spared. For now.

"I'm sure one of your friends will keep you company." Many of scientists from Tricell would be able to pick up where Birkin had left off, if he wasn't able to do it himself. There was no reason for the other's...well, continued concern. If Birkin thought to take this project on all by himself, Wesker would rather nip that in the bud.