[The camera seems to be pulled back somewhat so that the viewer can see more of the scene. Aymeric is holding a fluffy white cat up. He is grinning ear to pointy ear about this development.]

Good evening, fellows! I would like all of you to meet my dear cat. [the cat barely tolerates being held up like this. It slips out of his hands and onto his shoulder to glower at Estinien and his sheep.] His name is Lord Byron. I do not recommend trying to pet him, however. He doesn't much care for strangers. I suppose this is a bit of public service announcement as well...

[He holds up his hands. They have clear cat scratches all over them. Even though Aymeric isn't a stranger to his own pet cat.]

[It hisses at Estinien and his karakul]

I wonder how he got here.