A deadpan stare greets that statement. "You stole my fucking cat." Alright, so, technically, An stole the cat from him, and then gave the cat to Xanxus. Still. Something was unlawful about the whole exchange, he knows that much.

He guesses he could move on from that to drug talk some more, however. "Well, whatever, there's no.... flames anywhere. Just ghost bullshit."