Nope. John wasn't feeling any of this. Not in the slightest. Honestly, he was happy bonding with Lockheed who was just as lost as he was now that Kitty was gone, and eating like a dumpster fire. He still cared for his Pokemon. All four of them. What was he and Kitty thinking, honestly? Regardless, he wasn't about to put any of them out at this point, because he loved all of them.
So when Quill appeared at his door, and in his house thanks to one of the Squirtles who actually loved hanging out with Quill, he was being bothered and pestered by the man.
And a thing about Quill - he was going to get his way if he had to annoy you to death. Which led to the doors, and the bar, and the space.
Sucking down some strange pink liquor, John grumbled into the glass before speaking something that seemed understandable. "Fuck you." He drank more, because of course he was equally bounding down the lane of intoxication. "But thanks." He muttered. "But most of all, fuck you..."