[ What's he supposed to do? Shake its hand? He'll keep his claws to himself thank you, fingers lacing and one thumb set atop the other. ]

He's like a huge purple security blanket. [ No offense. It rolls off of his tongue faster than he can catch it. ] If you aren't utilizing him for battle, then... What are you supposed to do with him? [ His fingers unlace to curiously wiggle them up next to the side of his head to see if the Stand will follow them with his eyes.

... Like, ya know, a cat. ]

I'm not saying we need another set of hands around the house.