That and really good weed are why he can pay his rent and tuition, so 'kind of charming' is appreciated, as ever. He shrugs; the reasons people buy what he sells are none of his concern as long as they don't do any of the previously mentioned irresponsibilities with them. "It's just not my thing. Not that I'm calling anyone out over their pursuit of Mohammed or whatever, to each their own, you know? And a little weed is okay if I'm with the right people, but most of the time I just like having my feet on the ground."
He fixes her with an assessing look from under his eyelashes. "Anyway I sell the shit, so it's not like the view from the moral high horse is anything but eye level."