Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes on thee...
Salem rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, and YOUR voice is like nails against a chalkboard, but you don't see ME complaining." he told her. "...mostly because I've gotten used to it and it doesn't sound so bad to me, anymore..." he admitted quietly. "But... yeah, you know, you're okay too." he finished with a small sigh.
"I'll see you around at some point, Mackenzie." he went on. "We'll see each other in the near future, and I promise I'll do everything I can to keep it civil." he then promised her.
He then turned to Rebecca and smirked, cracked his knuckles.
"Oh. You WILL be." he assured her, commenting on how she SHOULD be on her way out today, anyway.
"It's the least I can do to make up for my... colleagues... making your life a living hell." he told her.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.