"Certainly does. Look--she's got larger wings than the common yellow chocobo. That's a trait shared among black-feathered ones; they can glide for far more substantial distances."

Clearly, he knew his stuff. The other remark got a slight laugh, followed by: "...Talcott, you really think I would marry someone who gave half a fuck about any god, goddess, or pantheon?"

No.

"He's fine. Hates Bahamut almost as much as I do, which is something you're likely to hear from most of my family."