Fury regarded Nelson's stance with wariness. It put him on edge. He'd seen cats get like this right before a kill. It almost made him feel like an over grown mouse that she was planning to bat around. Nick eased the tension from his muscles and kept himself loose in case action was needed. Though he doubt it would be. Nelson was one of the few who didn't play everything close to the chest.
"Perhaps I'll have one of the PETA protesters come through and cover your quarters in carpeting for such an occasion then." Fury replied cooly. "I've already had my fill of scratches." The patch on his eye did little to conceal the edges of burns or the series of claw marks running across his socket.