Djinn were impossible. They really were. Self-righteous creatures that thought that world existed simply for their pleasure. What a joke that was. Sweeney knew the truth, the world existed so that you could enjoy life to the best of your damn ability and nothing more. It was that reason alone that had him strolling through the park and singing in the first place.
Pleased that the squirrels were gone now, he brushed himself off, fished a few more nuts out of his pockets and gave a low, condescending bow to the djinn complete with an obnoxious wave of the hand. "Madam." It was graceful and chock full of arrogance. He was not about to let some nearly-naked djinn tell him what-for.
"I shall sing elsewhere because I chose to, not because you demand it. Mad Sweeney takes no orders from self-righteous djinn with victim complexes." That's what it was, wasn't it? She assumed everything he did was an affront to her. She was the victim, not Sweeney who had simply been passing by and bringing himself a bit of joy and peace.
Infernal woman she most definitely was.
Back to singing again, Sweeney gave her a narrowed look before turning his back and picking a new tune. He'd sing elsewhere indeed, it just so happened that elsewhere was mere feet from where he had been standing and in the direction of where he had been going.
"I say, Gradh mo chroidhe, as I look cross the sea, Gradh mo chroidhe, holds the key to my heart, Gradh mo chroidhe, as I say to myself It's not very long and we'll never more part."