Sal leaned back from the finger only a tad bit, kind of alarmed at the large digit. But he bumped fists with it anyway.
"First date? Hold up now, what makes you think this is a date?" Sal frowned at Jazz, shifting himself to stare at him better. "I never asked you properly, you forward asshole. Yeesh."
Of course, this was all said to avoid the fact that Jazz had point-blank acknowledged that he had come to steal his weapons. Maybe he could make him forget by creating small talk.