Hm, was Light making small talk? Sal's teeth gleamed as he grinned. Well, this was a twist. Usually, Light was all business and Sal was the one to pick at random topics. Well, singing jingles wasn't exactly 'small talk'.
So he shrugged. "I meant it at the time. I'd probably do it now, but I don't really care about animals. They're just food or entertainment. Still, cooking them would be more merciful than what your roommate would do to them."
Thinking about Old Spice involved with any other living thing disgusted Sal. He didn't envy Light's position.