Slammed up against the wall by the tail-end of another one of her energy bursts, Sal hissed through gritted teeth as several sharper pieces of glass embedded themselves into his leather and skin. He reveled in it, though. He always did.
"Ahuh," he managed to cough out before speaking properly. "Did they do that to you while nailing you to crosses or in between, hm?" He yanked out two shards in his left arm and one that pierces his throat right above the collarbone. She'd missed anything major.
When he removed all the shards, he unlatched Honey and tossed it into the corner and then opened a zipper on his chest, removing a switchblade. He had a number of knives on his person, but the number of them and where they were all located would remain a secret to her. He tossed the blade at Alessa. "So you can carve your name in my back later."