Even in the case that he were not, you could make him that way. That's what I would do, at any rate.

How fortunate. A breeder, perhaps?

[He briefly turns towards Swinub and smiles enigmatically at it. But when his attention returns to the Vulpix, it's clear which of them interests him more, at least for the time being. The hand-batting hasn't discouraged him, and he will tentatively try to pet the hair on top of the tiny fox's head. As he says so, he's quietly muttering strings of words to himself, and it probably won't take Kimblee long to realize that it's Literary Quote Time again.]