I don't need him to fart lasers and burp rainbows, it'd just be nice if he wasn't, you know, an entity forever connected to a hivemind of ants.
First time I tried to flirt with him he asked me if I would like to rub forearms with him.
I rest my case.
Curse Bioware for being creative! And the forearm thing was quoted to me by my friend; she found it adorable. I think you're just looking at all of this the wrong way,especially seeing as...
He's my favorite companion.