*starts, eyes widening behind his glasses (you've caught him off-guard, first with a surprise visit here at home, now with an immediate jump to the one subject he was going to do his damnedest to skate around)*
*opens his mouth and closes it* *backs toward the kitchen, in need of a moment to collect himself* Antihistamines. Come on.
*goes to the cupboard and pulls down the little bottle of miracle anti-cat pills, setting his book on the counter* *more quietly, without looking at you* I'm not angry with you. Or anyone.