Oh, Bill knows. They'd had a long talk, and Nancy had done a lot of work to try to make sure Bill understood that her heart had never wavered from him, that she still loved him most of all. He'd taken every bite mark that Cooper had left, and dragged his claws over the wounds, making them his. Making Nancy his once more.

Bill knew, and he'd throw it back in her face when he could.

She smiles at Dodger. "Good- you doing alright?"