While Emerald's questions teased at Sal's temper from the very beginning, the raw scent of blood decimated any and all sour attitude from his body. He hadn't been around long, but he knew that he meant to make the most of every moment in Niflheim. Even if that meant sharing some of those moments with his sex addicted roommate.
Parting a couple of branches with his hands, Sal allowed Emerald a clear path. It was the 'gentlemanly' thing to do.
"Babe, I get to beat the living shit out of innocent people per request of Lucifer himself." Sal grinned slowly. "I don't think it could get much better than that, wouldn't you say?" It was a rhetorical question. However, slightly concerned that Emerald might bust loose in another strain of questions, he acted quickly: "Where you from?"