John stood stock-still until the dog-thing started in on his shoes, at which point he very nearly tried to kick the beast apart before it could chew him up feet-first. Luckily, Raphael called it off just in time.

...wait a minute. Raphael?

John blinked at the archangel. "That thing's yours?" he said, incredulous. "Um. I mean. Fine-looking...construct you've got there."

He studied the other being cautiously. Rumor had it Raphael was getting rather cozy with Michael, which earned him no points at all in John's book. Especially given the more sinister speculations that had been going around concerning the healer. One archangel Falling wasn't so bad, maybe--might be downright convenient for certain parties, in fact--but Somebody help them all if he managed to drag Michael down with him. That smite-happy moron running around without Heaven's influence to keep him in check would be the stuff of nightmares.

"Haven't seen you about much lately," he remarked neutrally. "Been keeping busy, have you?"