He managed to get a quiet but genuine laughter out of her, at least, and she smiled.
"Adorable little thing," she muttered and carefully took the icebag away from her eye to examine it again. "I got my cat from the animal shelter. He was found from the streets, he's a real tough stud. But I'm in the process of pampering him into a Mommy's Boy."
The corner of her eye was swollen a bit, but it was still hard to say if she would get a real black eye. As there were no mirrors around, she turned to Spencer then and asked, "Am I getting a black eye?"