If Flauros thought his comment about the conjurers, or the ominous way he said it, would stir Sal out of the amusement, he was sadly mistaken. In truth, Sal was slowly being devoured by her own lack of conscience, a mental disease which had been accelerated by her transformation into Brandy, or, as the whispers in the back of her mind chanted: Sydney.
"You're right, we have to be considerate of other people's feelings." She agreed (albeit slightly sarcastically) as she watched him drag his nails up her arm, illiciting blood. When he smeared her blood on her face, she grinned cheekily. "You really are a charmer."
Stepping back, Sal moved over to her computer and accessed her webcam, having a hard time moving and typing with the blurred vision Flauros' fist had caused.