[ Sturmhond watches Wesley while he reacts. Wesley has a quiet kind of emotion to him, but it's powerful all the same. Wesley's nowhere near as cold as he might seem to a stranger. He's full of feeling.

Anger, in this case. And anger often, actually, so it's not really a surprise.

The question is, and it leaves him gazing at the other man with a look as cold as steel. ]

Think what you will of me. That's your own concern, but do not imagine that killing a friend like him would ever be easy.

Ease wouldn't make it much of a test. You can hate what I did, but don't insult me. Not like that.