Ser Pounce-a-Lot goes everywhere I go. Especially when the alternative is being left behind in a drafty keep with the likes of Oghren lurking about. He'd shut my poor kitty out in the rain the first chance he got, you know.

[ Ser Pounce meows in apparent agreement (or maybe he's just responding to Anders scratching him behind the ears, as the cat pokes his head out of Anders' coat). ]

I can hardly help it if you can't keep your eyes to yourself.

[ It's only like the top tenth of his chest, anyway. Even less, with Pounce hanging out, his head tilted back as he purrs audibly. ]