Was the kid serious? Seriously serious? Sal tried so hard not to laugh at that - it would have ruined the moment, especially since Mitch looked so enraged in that moment. "You know, maybe you should just stop talking altogether." The last part of the line rose on the tide of an uncontrollable breath of a laugh.
The feeling of amusement was not quelled by Mitch's flaming defiance. Rather, the asexual rolled his eyes and began pulling the kid toward the house. "I don't think you're in any position to argue." Sal added casually, as to both frighten Mitch and to let him know just how serious this was: "It's just death. Kill the fucker, wash your hands, call it a day. You can do that, can't you."
He reached the front door and swung it open, thrusting Mitch inside the mansion of Niflheim. Despite Mitch's persistent arguing, this wasn't going to stop Sal from making him get the job done. They were past the point of bickering. Midvalley needed to die now.