Not long after Wesley resumed trying to get comfortable on the indulgent quilting of the bed, the bunnyboy spoke again. However, he was quite disbelieving of what he was asking of him - for him to use his claws to slash through wood, something which he had never tried and had never intended on doing.<span style="font-style: italic">I don't wanna wreck these things,</span>observed Wesley as he pulled one up to gaze into its deep blue pad,<span style="font-style: italic">They're not designed for that.</span><br/><br/>Pulling up the courage he could muster, he responded in quite a casual manner while trying to keep the fear of upsetting his roommate at bay. "Um, I don't know. These are pretty weak. I've only used them for slashing skin, and piercing thin sheets of metal, like that can over there." He stopped to scratch an itch on his leg before resuming. "However, I do pack quite a kick. But then again...I think we should do as you said...and wait until tomorrow." However, he'd realized what he'd let slip of in his first sentence, although his mind didn't take it as a committed sin.<span style="font-style: italic">Hopefully he'll trust you a little more now.</span>sighed his hero side,<span style="font-style: italic">He'll know you mean no harm with those words.</span>But his dark side returned with a reproachful guise.<span style="font-style: italic">You fool. You've given your weakness away. You've lost another meal.</span>