Wesker couldn’t care less what Tony or anyone calls him. Names, titles, what do those matter here anyway. He was a doctor, a captain, a dead man observing and conducting from the shadows. A scientist, a soldier, a spy. No. What Tony calls him doesn’t matter. But Tony thinks it does. Which only underlines his scrambling to scoop up the shards and pieces of the glass ball he so mindlessly dropped.

What annoys Wesker however, is that Tony is obviously lying. Especially about the cameras. Of course there are more. He is literally just trying to guess what Wesker wants to hear and they are both very much aware of it. It's just not something Wesker has any interest in.

"Stop lying to me." Wesker growls the warning first, then places a single finger on Tony's chest to push the man away. "I have no need for more of the same prototype. I need someone I can work with. You were a promising candidate, but that's about it."