OKAY.
Wesker's lips twisted into yet another smile, the smile of a satisfied conman, luring his victim into a trap that would cost them their freedom, and quite possibly their very lives. "The deaths of a few survivors are inconsequential to me," Wesker said. "If I am going to save you from your fate, I will expect you to... compensate me accordingly."
Wesker's eyes flashed red for a moment. "Persephone ate from the tree of Hades, and as such, became his slave. So too will you, Miss Birkin."