It is dusk now. You were at Galahad's apartment, sitting on the floor petting a sleeping cat and watching a TV show.

The sound of footsteps came from the other side. Galahad and he sits on the sofa behind you with his legs crossed over each other.

"Idiot, how many times have I told you not to play with that cat? It's dirty..." Galahad spoke in a deep voice and exhaled smoke.

His eyes looked at you playing with his cat. So he got up from the couch and sat down behind you.