In the battle - I
"What more more now?" Salvatore huffed. "My back is fucked but no fucker is coming out. How long until we finally got into action?"
Yes, he was bored as well and his back had never suffered this much ever since his training days had been over. But he was not complaining, especially not in another language.
At the moment, Adrian did not have enough patience to work out his Italian. English was much appreciated.
Adrian rolled his eyes. "English, Italian. I understand English."
Salvatore rattled off another sentence in Italian, just to get on Adrian's nerves, and he succeeded in doing that. If they had not been in a situation where any movement could get them caught red-handed, he would have tackled Salvatore to the ground.
"Behave." Was all he said instead.
The more he conserved his energy, the better it was. If Salvatore was not enough, Samuel was also waiting back at the safe house and he was going to consume even more of his energy.