"Black and bitter, like my heart," Judas said, then laughed. This was absurd. But, why not enjoy this odd new, soft Mary while she was willing to do things for him? She was being kind. It was like being with Agatha, but without that air of long-suffering she liked to carry around with her. So long as they could stay away from the heart-to-heart topics of forgiveness and... him. Judas could not be expected to retain face when dealing with that.