Even with the man groaning and clutching himself in the booth, Salem doesn't seem too intent on following up with more 'tricks'. He does keep a close eye on Twitchy's attempts at recovery, however, even as he grabs the menu from the counter behind him and scans his offerings once again. He doesn't seem to notice that the waitress and cook have both made a hasty jaunt to one of the (potentially) safer back rooms.
"Nah? Mmn. Don't truck with Witches often then." The word has an audible uppercase. "Probably a good idea."
Idly, he flips the menu around to the back, a tongue flicking out to fiddle with the chain of his piercing.
"Name's Salem. The Bullet Witch. Pleased."
Casually, his crimson gaze flicks back to Twitchy, who's looking pale and very stricken, glancing back and forth between the two of them.
"Hoo, boy, isn't this a fun dose of irony for you, pal?" And to Eileen, "Nah, go ahead."
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Date: 2016-09-06 11:34 pm (UTC)"Nah? Mmn. Don't truck with Witches often then." The word has an audible uppercase. "Probably a good idea."
Idly, he flips the menu around to the back, a tongue flicking out to fiddle with the chain of his piercing.
"Name's Salem. The Bullet Witch. Pleased."
Casually, his crimson gaze flicks back to Twitchy, who's looking pale and very stricken, glancing back and forth between the two of them.
"Hoo, boy, isn't this a fun dose of irony for you, pal?" And to Eileen, "Nah, go ahead."