This was a marked improvement over how he'd been expecting this conversation to go. He'd already been punched and shouted at and humiliated in the halls of this museum and, in this enclosed space with an ex assassin turned lover who had tried to kill him before, Fury had the vague sense of unease that he ought to maybe be afraid for his life. Or at the very least his dick. He relaxed a little and gave her a thoughtful look before he finally ventured to ask, "Yeah?" It was a good point to make, he guessed. Scent hadn't ever crossed his mind and since none of his lab rats or Stark had come around trying to sniff his arm pits, he was pretty sure it hadn't crossed anyone else's minds either.