Even asleep, Jazz seemed to have a way with saying the wrong thing to Sal, and the asexual human rolled his eyes as the great inorganic being responded to his presence as though he were a fly on his nose. Irritated, frustrated that he wouldn't be able to get this done due to Jazz's light sleeping, Sal made to shimmy back up his arm.
He'd just have to try again later.
It was disappointing, really, because Sal had wanted so badly to disarm Jazz, but as always, plans were ruined. His broken fingers ached as they grasped the metal plates of his arm and he bit back a moan.
"Fine, be that way." He sneered. "Be that way, ruin my afternoon."