"Oh is that so? Well. Rawr to you too." Wesley grinned cattily and bit his lower lip. It was completely possible for it to be true though. IF, for whatever reason, Conrad got it into his head to kill him, if he was clever and patient, he could make it happen. Sure, Wes had been trained by some of the most elite assassins in the world but he was still human. He could be easily distracted. And Conrad had the eyes and the smile that would do it.
He still would like to see the other man try though. Just to see if he was capable.
"You want me to teach you? I, uh, I've never been on that end before. I don't think I could ....teach you the same way I was taught." At least not the beating him bloody and raw part. But he could try to show him what he'd learned. "But I could show you how to bend ...bullets." When he got his hands on some. The hotel didn't seem to give out weapons as freely as it did everything else. "If you ask nicely," Wes added playfully.
He felt lighter than a few minutes ago. There was still the tiniest chance that he had fallen asleep at Tanaka's desk and this was his mind trying to relieve his guilt but Conrad's hand felt too warm, too solid. If it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.
"Your last thought was my middle name?" Wes' cheeks turned red. He hated his middle name. It sounded like an old man name. Wasn't the first name bad enough? But since it had been Conrad's last thought and that was weirdly and totally not-romantic, why not give it? "Allan. But you're only allowed to use it if you're trying to woo me." That seemed to be the only logical way of making sure Conrad never actually used it. Yes, solid plan.