Rasmus might have been. He didn't know. He did things, such as talking and leaping, without thinking or looking. As a result, he didn't even know what his intentions were half of the time. Just go with the flow, man. Go with the flow.
"Damn. You're one of those pinky swearers, aren't you? I should have known. It's all over your face. Just like that stench of used latex. Gods of old be damned. I guess I believe you."
He rubbed his left eye which was suddenly very itchy (probably hay fever or flesh eating bacteria) and smeared a dark line of black eyeshadow across his cheek.
"Oh."
Rasmus glanced from right to left as though checking for anyone who might be listening in on their conversation. Then he slipped a hand inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a joint.
"Here. Take this. It'll take the twitch right outta you. It's good for cancer too. I read that on WebMD. It's science. Fact."