Wesley filed that tidbit away for further study later. It seemed that he wasn't the only one who avoided sleep because it wasn't pleasant. Now wasn't the time to explore that, though.
The corners of Wesley's lips turned up in a smile when Loki said that there was something for charging in rather than standing idly by. "That is true," he said. He figured that he was good for one more fight before he should likely head home rather he collapse from any sort of exhaustion. It was how he liked to drive himself these days, going until he had nothing left in him. Not healthy in any way, but it seemed to be working alright for now.
Wesley turned the corner to the alley, looking at what appeared to be demons that were covered in scaly, red skin, with horns atop their head. "Those are something right out of a painting of Hell," Wesley muttered, more to himself than Loki as he raised the crossbow he always carried on these trips now and fired at one of them.