"Nah. It was one of Redel's" he laughed shortly, "Not a real cat either."
He cast his arms out to either side of him, still sat supine in the booth, grin still affixed to his face, dropping into a coy smile. "Ach! You caught me. It appears I have gotten people afraid because they think I have ill intent for your station, and as a salient point, your collective safeties. I cannot discount that John Constantine was injured in a scuffle between us but I think the detail must not be overlooked that the man cast the first stone, or fireball."
He takes another draught from his straw before pointing with it, "Y'know, I would have thought most of y'all would have wanted to help those in need but I also know that your dad can be a real liar at times. All I was looking for was a little bit of trust."