"You didn't have to bring him anything," Nick said, amused, and held the door open for her then held the cat out to her. "You can pet him. He's an asshole most of the time, but he loves women-" Okay, yes, fuzzy version of himself, Nick could get behind that. He closed the door behind her and gestured for she and The General to have a seat on the couch. "Got a pizza coming if you're hungry."
After rooting around in a kitchen junk drawer he came back with a key to toss to her. "You're welcome to hang out as much as you want. Drink my booze, raid my fridge, watch t.v. But there are some rules. You can bring your dog, but if he shits on my floor I will end him. You can bring your husband, but if he shits on my floor I will end him. Don't go through my shit and don't fuck on my bed, or I will- you got it- end you. Capiche?"