John liked to keep his digs classy. He swiveled around in the chair, keeping his hand on the cat. "What question? Whether I'd carve up a cat and put it in a stew out of spite? I'm not quite that bad." The cat watched George with wide eyes. Johnndrank from his glass again. "So what are you here for then if not to lecture me? Richard sent you, didn't he." Not a question. Like George would come of his own accord.