Wesker was not a soft man. He hated everyone, and everything. He could kill anyone, and probably would if he had the chance. He was ruthless, and he had no problem hurting everyone if it meant he won.

But he met you. And alright, he hated you. And that wasn't a lie. He hated you, he just hated you a bit less than others. You didn't really have a use to him, dead or alive. So he didn't bother killing you.

You were just, there, bothering him. Like right now! Just stood next to him, in HIS house, poking his side. HIS HOUSE! He should kill you.

Instead, he looked down at you while you poked him. "Stop that."