"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. I think that imagination of yours may be running a bit wild tonight, Wesley.", he smiled, trying his best to sound surprised at the statement. Sometimes the man was too bright for his own good, not that the trickster minded. After all, he liked that the other was so quick to catch on to vocal and physical hints. It made it a hell of a lot easier to work with him. "You don't think so? I guess I can see your point. They're more like jagged bits of bone than a proper horn. And they're kind of small..." He tries to consider the color suggestion thoughtfully, but even feigning to do so is enough to make him laugh. "Perhaps. I think it would be somewhat of an improvement at the very least."
He slammed the demon before him to the ground easily enough, a quick stomp to his chest keeping him from getting up all too quickly. He straddled it's chest, bringing his twin daggers down on his neck, smoothly cutting it's head off with one fluid movement. "Maybe not all that big...", he sighed as he rose to his feet and took aim. When the other ducked, he let the throwing knife concealed in his hand fly, a small sense of satisfaction coming when it hit the demon in the center of it's skull before it could hit the hunter for cutting it. "Are you alright?", he asked the other, unsure really if they'd taken them all down. He'd lost count somewhere in between.