"Come again?" For a second, Nick thought she was joking but when he glanced at her face, he realized she was dead serious. Hell. That warranted another swig of whiskey. Fury didn't even know if he believed in "Hell", necessarily, even though he'd been raised Baptist and had a real good idea that if their version of Hell existed he had a one way ticket in First Class. Sure, there was probably an afterlife or maybe dimensions parading as afterlives, but Hell Hell? "Why the fuck did that asshole take her to Hell?" he asked (a little incredulous emphasis on the place), once he'd processed it, and shook his head.
Bart noted the shift in his food provider's mood, but didn't really care. He was still transfixed by Jessica. Chirping at her inquisitively, the cat tried to catch her gaze to return her slow blink, surprised that he'd won her over so quickly. They hardly knew one another and already she was expressing affection, and now she was pretending to ignore him. So polite. If he saw this not-one-of-his-own again, he would grace her with a gift. For now, he flopped onto his back to offer his precious belly for petting. Not too many, or he would have to unleash his wrath.