His lip curled, teeth flashed sharp and white, but Wesker didn't follow. As satisfying as it might have been to put the fear of a god into the sprite, he did have appearances to keep.

He turned his black stare on the lingering members of the crowd - who found quicker ways to disperse - then shook his head and brushed at his coat. Tongue pressed hard to the roof of his mouth as he started to walk away.