Joly thinks about it. He...thinks it makes sense? Anyway Combeferre seems sure it makes sense. "Right, I'll just ask this fellow, then."

He walks up to the guard on their left. "Monsieur, plesae tell me-- "

...wait, how is this supposed to work again? He's supposed to ask...if he asks the guard...if he asks the other guard...? Joly blinks.

He kneels down,to where the cats are milling around on their leashes, and scoops one up in each hand. He stands back up.

"Please tell me, am I holding a cat in each hand right now?"