"My--?" Jim raises his hands, touching his hair. Wait, no, he didn't have horns. He regards Aimery thoughtfully for a moment and then he breaks into a bright grin.

"No, no. It's a horse. It's supposed to be." He gestures at himself. "See, it's meant to be a two-person costume, but," and he lets out a tiny sigh, "there's only me."