His grin widens at that. GOOD, he likes people with the guts to admit their attention to his deformity.

"What can I say, I'm ONE of a KIND!"

Shaking the can he adds one final touch before, tossing it mindlessly aside. He fits perfectly against the mural now, a bright gold silhouette outlining his body perfectly by the way he is positioned. All eyes including his own are directed at her, as if an entire group is now paying her attention.

"So what can do ya for? Everyone is always looking for something. What's your poison?"