Salem's only verbal response was a quiet "Hmph," after which he stood up and brushed off his shirt a little. Okay, that hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped. Tackles were effective, and he sure as hell wasn't strong enough to just push Joe off once he had him pinned. He focused this time, watching for signs in Joe's body language that might give some hint as to what he was doing. Luckily for Salem, Aamu was there to distract her human.<br/><br/>When he turned towards her, Salem did exactly what was to be expected. With a goofy-looking leap, he launched himself at Joe's back and tried to knock him over, holding onto him by flinging his arms around his neck and under one of his arms. His feet continuously went between on the ground and just above it due to their single-inch height difference, as well as the fact that they were probably moving around a lot post-attempted-tackle. Truly, this was a battle of which stories would be told for ages to come.<br/><br/>Solomon's vague smile returned as he set the paper down, letting his hands rest on his knees. "Oh, he'll learn. He'll have to, if he's going to make it." He watched as the boys tumbled around, letting out a heavy sigh. "They just don't make 'em like they used to, do they?" He did believe they would get better with time, and was sure that these two could further their plans without getting horrifically mauled, but in the back of his head, he constantly held a thought. What if they didn't? What if they stayed as they were, weak and stupid and unprepared? What then? They'd already bound themselves to the boys, so they couldn't just leave them and try with someone else. He was, in a way, nervous. It was still very early in the day, so they had a lot of time until the next shift. And for some reason, that only made Solomon more uncomfortable.