Eric said nothing about Russell. The only pleasure he would derive would be personally feeding that ancient bag of bones to Glory himself. He knew that he and Bill had fucked up by trying to give Edgington an eternity of misery by burying him in concrete rather than just killing him as The Authority had instructed them to do. Even Godric had tried to warn Eric away from that decision but there was little to be done about it now. Old grudges would remain unsettled for the moment.
"No," he said after a beat. He wished he had better news to share with Pam. That somehow somebody had discovered a miraculous way to rid themselves of the hell goddess. There was no reason to lie to her or mince words. Pam wouldn't appreciate that at all. "I am concerned about the issue. She's been allowed to live too long and nobody has figured out a way to stop her."
The whore was pushing her empty cup to Eric and he paused a moment to refill it with soda. No alcohol for her, they didn't need her getting drunk and loopy from blood loss which was why she was only getting soda. He didn't worry about her overhearing anything personal either as he or Pam could compel her to forget later.
"I think it's time we start thinking about alternative plans, Pam. They say that she will suck the entire world to hell. Maybe that is true, maybe it is not. We should be prepared if Glory finds the bar or one of us happen to run into her." Since Eric had broken the progeny and maker bond with Pam he was no longer automatically alerted anytime she was in trouble which was unfortunate. It was too bad there was no way to go back and undo that. If he could, he would.