Spirit has learned over the years that's a bad idea.

"Nothing like trace amounts of sulfate to give your drinks a little kick." At the question Birkin put the beaker down on the table harshly and let out an annoyed sigh, purposefully avoiding eye contact with Stein by staring at the floor. "He's dead; isn't that the only thing that matters?" After a few seconds, Birkin picked the glass back up and finished off most of the remaining rum in it with an obvious scowl.

The scientist turned to the man sitting next to him, staring directly into his eyes and trying to look as sad as he could to make the lie convincing. "Sorry, I just... I miss him. I know that sounds so ridiculous because who could honestly miss Wesker but... He was my only real friend for a number of years."