Oh, you will see what Lord Hairrant has made for me tonight! I promise it was not too expensive — you know how I try to live rather frugally.

[francel follows aymeric to the bedchamber, though he does tut disapprovingly at the cat when it almost trips up aymeric on the staircase — suppose the lord commander met his untimely end tripping over his cat, what would he do then! — and he tries to gently nudge it away with his foot.]

Come now, Lord Byron, your master cannot ascend the stairs if you insist on rubbing yourself all over him like that.

[...though the same might be said of francel himself. they're having a bit of a territory battle, he and lord byron.]