[The mischievous glee nearly sparkles in Regis' eyes.]

That is because they can't stand him. Chocobos are rather free-spirited. Yes, you direct them, but for the most part they are able to take those directions and go with it. Most don't require constant supervision.

[Regis closes his eyes and chuckles as he thinks back to one memory in specific.]

On one trip--oh, Astrals, that trip--he was trying to control his chocobo so completely than she dumped him into the Wenath twice in as many minutes and then that night at camp she nearly eviscerated him when we were settling down to sleep. It was an accident. She just stretched out her leg without knowing he was there, but he insisted she was plotting his demise and was determined to walk from there on. The bird was so confused. She just followed him expecting him to ride like the rest of us, but he wouldn't. He also insisted she was laughing at him, but...

[He spreads his hands out in front of him, letting that last sentence just dangle, grin saying exactly what he thinks of that particular statement.]