[He didn't dedicate 20 years of his life to non-stop physical training and hyperfocus on avenging his family against an implacable draconic foe to get typecast as a musclebound simpleton. Sigh.

He glances down at his little fox companion, who's settled back down, decided she wants to be carried, and is now slightly chilling his arms through his sleeves and gloves.]

I had not thought on it.

[He seems to be, now.]

They seem more...animated, than those summons. I must admit, the practice is not so widespread in Ishgard save for the odd adventurers passing through, and so I could not say for certain.

[When was the last time you saw a Carbuncle decide it wants to perch on someone's head, or be carried about like a pet?]