"No sir! Of course not sir!" Rincewind almost babbles. "Just um, suggestively selling, I think it's called," he says. He writes something down on his pad, though it's doubtful anyone will be able to read it unless they know Sanskrit. He takes a deep breath and turns to the other customer. "And what can I get for you today?" he asks with manic cheerfulness.
He does indeed I'm afraid. It's part of his charm. ;) See you then. *appreciates the hugs* Happy St Patrick's Day! Watch out for flying Irishmen!