"Um...okay," said Wesley, peeping his head over the bed's railings briefly, "but for my claws - " he bared the ones on his right paw momentarily, "I've got the carpeting for that. But...you sure you wanna go to sleep just yet? I mean, it's still pretty early."<br/><br/>As he moved around on top of his quilt, trying to find the position he was most comfortable in, he couldn't help but believe that the bunnyboy showed a degree of distrust to him because of his feline features, despite him being predominantly human. Also, it seemed that he was very scared of falling prey to Wesley, almost as if he thought that he had walked into his early demise.<span style="font-style: italic">I'll show him.</span>he decided after what seemed like a few minutes.<span style="font-style: italic">As long as I can keep my brain patterns under control I'll be able to keep from eating him.</span>However, a familiar voice, which he paid little attention to, resurfaced from the inner depths of his depravity.<span style="font-style: italic">While he's sleeping, Wesley, my boy - get down there and swallow him alive.</span>