Salem could make up for the scratching himself with an insistent bonk of his head against the man's legs, and a purposeful roll of his shoulder into his pants as Salem gave another twirl, tail up proudly. "Most gods have gotten with the times and don't keep bones around anymore. It's the 90's, baby, interior decorating's come a long way," he observed. Whoever was interrupting this guy's reading must not have gotten out much, either. Maybe he was a more powerful witch than he was letting on.

"My tone can be very hard to read," he allowed, incredibly dryly. "That's what got me in trouble in the first place. I was just kidding about the global domination thing. You had to be there, it was a riot. Some people have no sense of humour."