"Not really." Sal muttered casually, his sight focusing in on her randomly. If his eyes went bad because of this, he'd have to kill her. He wouldn't have a choice. If his eyes were damaged, fun and games would be over and he wouldn't hesitate to snap her neck. "You're just pouting because I think being loved by you is disgusting."
As she wrapped the cloth over his eyes, he smirked almost remorsefully. Three AM meant evil, scary things? How could that be possible when Alessa had been with him since sundown?
Sighing, but not aware that Alessa was flicking him off, he shook his head. "Does it really matter? Unless you're sticking them up my nose or up your party package, I don't give a damn."