"What makes you so sure that will happen? You said it yourself, babe: you're no rocket scientist."

He'd give the cat a patronizing pat on the shoulder, but he doesn't know where he's been.

"Anyway, if you want to spend your 'final hours'--" the air quotes are practically audible-- "at the bar, go ahead. I thought you'd want to let off some steam; kick the servants around, kill a radioactive creature or two."

Scaramouche might be reveling a little in his companion's despair.