For some reason, Sal had a very strong urge to lean in and bite her lip. It was that thought of blood - so much red. Red on her face. Red swirling around blue eyes. She was covered in blood in his mind's eye.
When her warm hand came up to grace his cheek, Sal did notice the unnatural heat radiating from it. His mouth was still curled in that smile, but it was his eyes that were laughing. He pressed his pistol against Alessa's right temple, the cold steel the opposite of her touch.