Despite the life and death situation right now, Wesley couldn't help but laugh when Loki said that he found horns attractive on a man. "Now why do I think that means that you occasionally have horns?" he asked with a grin. "I had a friend once who wore horns quite well." He looked toward the demons that were now rushing toward them. "Them, not so much." He laughed when Loki mentioned the color. "I take it you would rather green?"
"Bigger punch then?" he asked. This was making him wish that he had brought a sword with him. He had his knfe, though, so that would have to do for now. When another rushed him, Wesley pulled out his knife, ducking low and slashing it across it's stomach, glad that it wasn't so impervious to harm that its skin could deflect the blade.