George walked in and eyed John's house. Huh, he had never actually been in here. Nothing seemed smashed to pieces, which was hopefully a positive sign. The half empty wine bottle was less of a positive sign, but George could work with it. He sat on the couch, not wanting to loom.
"I'm not here to yell at you," George said. He wanted to yell, but he didn't think it would help. He noticed the cat on John's lap and made a cooing noise. "Aw, kitty. Well, that answers one question."