Solomon's visual reaction to Joe's first question was a blank stare. Did that human just try to sass him? Oh, hell no. Only<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>was allowed to do that. "Sass me like that again and I'll rearrange your skeleton so it spells 'butt' instead of comprising a basic human form." He spoke in a completely serious tone of voice, but the words he'd used in his show of displeasure was enough to send Salem into a fit of barely-contained laughter. In response, Solomon scooped a pebble off the ground with his tail and flung it at his forehead.<br/><br/>When it made contact, he stopped laughing and immediately slapped both hands over the point of impact. "Ow!" He whined, silencing himself after. He paid more attention to the actual task at hand, taking a peek at the list from over Joe's shoulder. The most silver he owned was in the form of a pair of rings and some of Mary's belongings, and he doubted she would appreciate him nabbing her expensive jewelry for whatever Solomon planned to do with it.<br/><br/>Solomon spoke up again, straightening himself out once more. "Essentially. Any sort of clothing that's properly prepared will help. Sure, it might not keep you from getting stabbed by a<span style="font-style: italic">human,</span>but they'll offer some sort of protection from demons and other various unpleasant things. Some of the types that are more 'mess with your head' than 'tear apart your flesh' will be severely handicapped if you've got something blessed covering you. It's a simple concept, really. But for now, get what's easy to get."