Sal placed a hand to her heart. "Aw, don't be that way. You can have Him back if you want."
She said nothing as Flauros reflected aloud what she had shared with him, his own comments just as amusing as hers had been. Up until the part with Alessa. That was when her jovial expression slipped.
"The other three are yours. I don't want them. As far as I can tell, nobody's called dibs. But Alessa - and Mitch, while we're at it - are mine, and if you cross that line, I'll just have to test how far Lucifer's favoritism takes me."
As soon as the last word dripped off her lips, the ebullient personality returned and Sal hopped onto her desk and crossed her legs, noting the slight wheezing from her blood-clotted nose. "So, anything in particular you want to cover with these people, or would you just like to admire my beauty from afar?"