"Oh, Wes, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead by now. Cat and mouse is not my style. But no, I'm not an assassin." Though it was another blow to his pride to realize that Wesley was likely more deadly than he was. Conrad was skilled in many areas, including being lethal with a gun. But he couldn't curve bullets, and in hand-to-hand combat, he wasn't the best. So, chances were, Wesley would actually beat him in a fight.
Something that, at a later point in time, once he had his confidence back, he might actually put to the test. For now, Conrad still needed to wrap his head around everything that had happened over the past few days.
"Sounds like I could learn a thing or two from you, though," he spoke as they walked, "I don't think the British Special Forces even knew that bending bullets was possible." Conrad glanced at Wesley as they reached the lobby, not being all that subtle in the way he looked him over. An assassin. Christ. He really never would have been able to draw that conclusion and honestly, Conrad felt rather silly for it. Truly, it worked out in Wesley's favor that he didn't seem like an assassin. No one would ever see him coming, which was simultaneously impressive and terrifying.
"You know, one of my last thoughts before I died was that I never got your middle name. What is it?"