"You sure? That thing used to drive my wife crazy," Birkin said with a soft snicker.

He shrugged. "It's more Wesker's strength than mine. He's the one with the shot at godhood; I'm just along for the ride, usually." Birkin gently slid his finger along the Licker's tongue. "If you want we can take a look at its taste buds. They're something else. - I don't really mind being Wesker's right-hand-man though. It has its perks."