"I'm gonna almost guarantee it's the pheromones because he doesn't even like me this much," Nick frowned, though his gaze was still amused. He put the cat down on the booth bench next to him, sure he wouldn't stay there long. He finished his second drink and then rose, scooping the cat up. Better get Bart out of here before he decided he belonged to Jessica. "Think about what I said, and take care of yourself. And if you need anything or a place to crash, give me a call." Fury reached out and gave her shoulder a squeeze then turned to head out of the bar and leave her to her thoughts. Nick hoped that was going to give it some real consideration and figure out how to turn some things around.