Blinking his large eyes, Salamon jumps up to the couch, huddling into a nearby pillow. He does not speak.

"Well," Cam replies, a fond smile spreading, "she's still sweet, at least. Heart's in the right place, but a little bit overbearing. This one time, I caught her putting my name on cheesy poems she wrote, to send to Maya-- oh, uh, my girlfriend."

He's one to talk, about cheesy poems. He just says that stuff in person.