He was being rude? He? Subhine Geilt? Mad Sweeney was being rude? Well, wasn't that just a tickle in the belly. He usually considered himself to be quite cordial, even if a touch on the blunt side of things. He always introduced himself when spoken to -current conversation being the exception- and he always tried to keep things on the even keel. You know, unless he was in the mood for a fight.
Which he wasn't. Sweeney just wanted to be on his merry way and have a bright afternoon's walk to a place where he could get something tasty and alcoholic down his throat.
"I'm rude?" He asked, blatantly moving his eyes up and down to emphasis to his point. "Look Djinny, I'm not the one interrupting a perfectly good saunter through the park so I can have nuzzle time with a bushy-tailed rat. I'm also not the one wearing clothes that could deemed rude by less forgiving folk."
It was lucky for him that today he chose to leave his shirt unoffensive and his worn denim jacked at home. It was lucky for Sweeney that he was cleaning himself up enough (since he wasn't chronically financially broke anymore) to not look like he rolled out from under the bridge he had initially rolled out from under.