Wesker both loved you and hated you at the same time because you kept telling him that he looked old (which he is), but you didn't know his real age. One day he asked you to guess how old he was, and you didn't hesitate to answer: "Forty-eight," and his eyes widened with shock and indignation. After leaving the room, while you were laughing, in another room he was pacing and loudly indignant: "What forty-eight?! I'm not even thirty-five yet! Take your words back immediately!" he demanded, but you just laughed