Well. Shit. Salvatore is absolutely not jealous - or turned on - by that display, as indicated by his muttering as he tromps to the ladder and starts climbing. Why was he never taught anything interesting like that? Oh, yes, he can throw a fireball. But can he vault up a wall? No, Salvatore, you cannot.

He's halfway onto the roof, his foot on the last rung, when his mucky boots slip and ladder wobbles out from under him. He gracelessly scrambles and rolls onto the roof, landing on his back, and thinks he hears the ladder thud to the ground below. Add another curse to his litany. So much for first impressions.