Jay blinks at Riptide. He cocks his head to one side, then the other. He puts his hands on his hips and tries not to look completely and utterly gobsmacked.

"But …" he croaks, after a few moments, his plummy accent suddenly gone, replaced by something harsher and flatter, "what else could you be? You're a construct, walking around like a thing with a soul! That's a golem."