Barry holds Stella tightly, for once wishing his suit wasn't so form fitting so he could tuck her inside of it. He rolls his eyes at Dodger. He'd never leave Garrett anywhere in that kind of condition, let alone Hell.

Still, he does wonder if he shouldn't be more vigilant, unethically so. He can be anywhere he wants to be in Hell in seconds, and if Garrett keeps wandering into this much trouble...He shakes his head at himself, resolving to at least ask Garrett if it would be alright if he creepily checked in on him every half hour or so.

"Probably in bed with him," he answers, "Because that didn't happen." He flits towards Dodger and back again, having smacked away his cigarette just to be a bitch. "How about this - you stay away from him, or I'll melt your guns with my own hands and throw what's left in the lake of fire?"