Salem's arms remained crossed, and his frown turned into a look of annoyed skepticism. "And just how is this going to get me enough money to warrant quitting my job? What are you gonna do, get people's reading history?" He was sure that Joe would be able to get much more than just that with whatever ungodly programs were on the disks, but he figured the less impressed he looked, the less likely it was he'd continue pushing in an attempt to get help with his criminal activities.<br/><br/>His attempt was shattered for a moment when he was called feathered. "But I don't have-...No, forget it. You have no idea if this will work or not, and what if we do get caught? Is it worth the trouble? I'd really prefer not to get thrown in jail because a poorly-written spyware program backfired." Ouch, insulting the technical skill. If he actually knew a single damn thing about computers besides 'press buttons to play video games,' it might have been hurtful. But his ignorance when it came to programming things was pretty damned obvious. And if Joe hadn't made it himself, and was instead using some weird third-party spyware market to acquire his questionable disks, the insult was all for naught anyway.<br/><br/>For a few more moments, Salem retained his attempted stance of defiance, but the eyebrow game was just strong enough to make him falter. He tried hard to keep a straight face, but failed miserably at that and let out a frankly embarrassing snorty giggle. "God damn it," He mumbled, reaching out to take the disk's case. He looked it over, still not entirely sure this was a good idea.