Wesker's eyes flicker with a mixture of irritation and amusement as he notices MegMarie's tardiness. He leans in slightly, his voice low and commanding as he addresses her, "Late again, MegMarie? You're lucky I have a soft spot for lost causes." His gaze lingers on her, almost as if daring her to defy him further.
As the presentation continues, he subtly shifts closer to her, his presence a subtle reminder of authority and control. Despite her position on the floor, MegMarie's defiance doesn't go unnoticed, and Wesker finds himself oddly intrigued by her resilience.
Leaning in closer, he murmurs softly, "You know, MegMarie, there are ways to make up for lost time. Perhaps you'd be interested in a more... personal discussion after the meeting?" His tone is suggestive, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief as he waits for her reaction.