There were two responses Wesley had been prepared for. A casual denial was neither of them. Largely he had anticipated Darius deciding he was some sort of nutjob.

Apparently the thought of dying and then continuing on to other activities wasn't foreign to Darius, or at least not unthinkable to him. That, or he had one hell of a poker face.

"In point of fact, I did. Internal bleeding. And external bleeding. Knives aren't picky."