...a bit of awkwardness when moving? Yes.

*He looks at Wesley closely, noticing that they now both seem to be bleeding profusely, but nothing vital seems to have been damaged. His smile, while strained, is genuine; he is grateful he's not alone anymore. Hell is unpleasant enough, even with company, but it is downright dangerous not to have someone you can trust to watch your back.*

I see you're armed to the teeth, so to speak.

*He gives the fang in Wesley's hand an appraising look.*

I'd like one of those myself, if possible.