John smiled a touch, appreciative of the offer. He had some whiskey in a flask in his pocket, as always. He was rarely very far from a drink, but to have access to a little more was helpful. The alcohol helped to dull things. Helped to keep the demons at bay. The ones which took up residence in his mind. Past memories, regrets, mistakes. Smoking made him feel like he had a little more control over his eventual fate too. Like he could choose another way for him to die. It was a strangely morbid attitude to have but it served him well enough. At least Sara wasn't around to flick the cigarettes out of his mouth any more.
John looked to the not-cat and wondered what he meant by that. Was it like the not-cat he briefly knew? A person somehow turned into a cat? The creature looked peaceful, best not to disturb it.
"Might be able to help with the floor" John replied. "A thanks for helping me out" he added, lifting the coffee cup up to take a sip. The alcohol certainly was strong. It was similar in ways to whiskey but boy was it different too. It packed a bit of a punch and John liked that.