[Though he's being hefted up, Alphinaud makes no complaint, too busy trying to shake off the flustered embarrassment to feel offended at all. As soon as his feet are flat on the ground again, he rubs his face, glancing away. Even if Aymeric is now covered, it doesn't change the fact that Aymeric is wearing very small underclothes and that, now that they are standing, Alphinaud may as well be eye level with that portion of his body, for all that it stood out.

He pointedly keeps his eyes angled up at Aymeric's face, forcing his train of thought on other business.]

Ah. You have a cat...? [He clears his throat.] Last night. I spent the night in the castle, and awoke this morning with the intent to apprentice. It certainly seems the better and more suitable of the options, though how much better is difficult to say...