"My imagination is running wild? You're the one talking about people wearing horns, my friend," Wesley said with a grin, not even catching that he had called Loki his friend. First time he had applied that term in the present form in quite a while. "Now, just how big of horns are we talking here?" Wesley asked, glancing up to the top of Loki's head and trying to picture a set of horns on him for a moment. "And red does give them the look of just having bad skin."
Wesley had braced himself when his opponent was preparing to strike at him. Smiling up at Loki when he realized that the other man had taken care of the snarling beast that had been standing before him. He straightened up and nodded when Loki asked if he was alright. "How are you?" he asked, looking around. Two bodies were on the ground, but hadn't there been three?
As if on cue, the third and final demon tackled him out of nowhere, slamming him to the ground with a grunt coming from the both of them.