While Alessa's burning hand was certainly doing its damage, Sal's face heatedly ached more from the recent brutal attacks than anything else. He could feel a little trickle of blood run out his nose, but other than that, the only sensation he felt was the overwhelming throbbing. This girl really didn't hold back.
"You ask..." He paused, clearing his throat, trying his best to speak without straining himself too badly. "You ask a lot of questions you already know the answers to." He released a breath of a laugh. "Do you really think this hurts me? You think you have the power...to wound me? You couldn't be more wrong, sweetheart. You're just an amateur."
With that, he broke into coughing, his throat too raw to speak so long.