"Meredith."

A cloud of smoke and sparks slithered out of the Beast's mouth, shoved free by three wild tongues. It was, quite frankly, a snort.

"I shall be sure to call her Little Miss Merry Sunshine."

The stag sitting a few feet away - not out of fear, but because he wasn't incline to inhale the wretched stench of Bylah - rolled his eyes.

"Well if you're so smart, why don't you recommend something?"

Bylah shifted his mass a bit; beneath him, mud squelched quietly, and Wesker watched a rat poke its head out, twitch its whiskers, and then dive back out of sight.

"Is it not customary to oft name daughters after their mother? Kaoori."

Wesker gave him an alarmed look: "Good Gods; are you trying to drive me to an early grave?"

The fires that served as Bylah's eyes ticked aside towards him, and while it was just fire, Wesker was almost certain that in that moment, the Beast looked terribly amused.

"No, we are not naming her Kaoori. No, no, no. I refuse."

"I would like to remind you," Bylah mused, watching a fawn go running by, bleating at the top of it's little lungs, "that all we have done for the past half hour is 'refuse'. The fawn will be born by the time you have settled on a name, you realize."

Wesker's eyes narrowed on the rotting stag, lips simpering at him from behind the skull's mask. Smartass knowitall.

"No, you have been refusing names for the past hour, and have done very little to actually help me in this matter," he pointed out, which earned him another glance.

"True - but it is not mine fawn that is being named, here. Thus, it is onus of the parents."

...

"Are you aware of just how badly I'd like to run you through right now?"

"I have a good idea, yes."

"I fucking hate you."

"Promises, promises."