Salv shuts his eyes tight as she shoves him and covered his ears as she screamed. "<span style="color: #FFBF00">I ain't a dang blood sucker!</span>" He exhales as she stops. He was also trying to find the exit as she re dressed and began shoving him, causing him to stumble and fall out of her room. "I wasn't even tryin' to peep on you anyways!" He says as he's sure he's out of the room, uncovering his ears and opening his eyes.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #FFBF00">Jeez... what a huge jerk.</span>" He dusts himself off and stands. "<span style="color: #FFBF00">You didn't even answer me about going to see chef Ramsay!</span>" He shouts through the door. "<span style="color: #FFBF00">That's what I <span style="font-style: italic">was</span>going in there for!</span>" He picks up his hat and puts it back on. As he looks at it he imagines something... something that he would never tell Victoria about in a million years. He imagined what she had just been wearing along with his hat on. It made him a bit... antsy to put it in a term and caused him to shake his head. "<span style="color: #FFBF00">No. Bad Salvador.</span>" He pounds on his head lightly with his fist.<br/><br/>He heads over to the bathroom to wash his face before heading to bed. As he did so he noticed there was a small cut on his hand. "Prolly from when that dang fool pushed me onto the ground for an honest mistake." He grumbles, washing his palm. He would have to wrap that up before he went to bed. Taking out the bandages and covering the cut before heading to his room. Tomorrow morning they had to head out for a job and he needed as much sleep as possible... after he took care of some business.