Lucas honestly wouldn't have blamed her for the most part for her expression softening at the sight of the cat in his room. Church was a quiet mainstay in his room and something that was the only he looked forward to seeing after a day of work. He would've much preferred a dog but he knew that might have been much more difficult to hide away from prying eyes that would come and go as they pleased if they were allowed to. Lucas was convincing in his own mind that he was 'an asshole' -- unapologetic and someone people would assume would sell them to Satan for a corn chip but it was far different then that. Some people could see through the cracks of the facade of the man who would send his own sister to solitary and be unofficially disowned by the girl if it meant that she was going to be 'safe' rather than someone who would be targeted by the supers of Limbo who might have a chip on their shoulder when it came to the "cold-hearted handler". Lucas was far from cold-hearted, something he had a tendency of forgetting the act that he was showing for the benefit of the agents under his care. He knew it could only last so long when he was around people like Avery and Abby. The people he wanted to protect. A shameful cross to bear in his own head. The fact there was a rapport there between them all made him even more angry at himself than anything else simply because he couldn't protect them and didn't deserve that sort of friendship from any one of them.
He tried not to laugh a little if only because it would've made his ribs hurt even more than they already were. A radiating pain from deep in his chest as he took the ice pack from her. "Maybe I just wanted to be a legend. Better to die a legend than live a coward." It might have been more intelligent of him to have just said no to the other man when he'd suggested they fight hand to hand and usually Lucas was remarked greatly for his intelligence and prowess in a fight. Even against supers.
But this was a fight he was well aware he should've backed down. "Man could've done a lot more damage than he did. Thank fuck he likes me." He smiled as he knocked his shoulder against the woman's shoulder with a smile before shifting further on the bed, laying back down and pressing the ice pack to his chest. If he hadn't been wearing a shirt, Holly would've seen his chest in all the black, blue, and purple that the bruises covering him were already colored in.
"At least he's a man of his word and didn't hit the face, it's my money maker." He joked reached his hand out for the alcohol again. "Please...I drink to forget my massive defeat and somewhat hit to my pride. Apparently the inmates were talking about a handler taking on him. It was literally like hitting a wall, Hols."