Sal, naturally, completely ignored Thom's distress. Shit, it was just what he did.
"Don't be sorry, mate!" he said brightly to Adonis, grabbing his jaw and rubbing it enthusiastically. (It was sort of like a pat on the back, but with more substance abuse.) "Nothin' to be sorry about! How's Sally?" Exactly why Sal immediately reached for a feminine version of his own name when coming up with Adonis's imaginary wife's name, we will never know, but it would be rude to suggest this was due to any hidden desire for effeminacy, and also, he would kill me.