[Another swear could be heard as the cat nearly gets trampled underfoot. He had forgotten Aymeric requested the bloody thing, or perhaps he merely hoped it had died from old age. He knew better than to expect such a blessing.]

Change of heart. Have you gone blind, Aymeric? The proof of such a change is quite plain indeed.

[For emphasis, he allows his tail thwack him on the backside.]

Had the cure been as simple as a potion, 'twould have been dealt with already.

[Just how many elixirs of shite has he downed? He dare not say at this point.]