[He smirks at the scoff, before taking another drink. Oh, now that was something. The homeowner took a swing for the diapered man, and hit the back of the cop's head.

...Well, that guy's day is about to get worse. Predictably, his face is introduced to his porch, and he's wrenched up. Just in time for a car to pull up asking about a free TV.]

Not if they're cute. Kind of difficult to see someone that's worth it again if everyone knows their business.

[His gaze moves away from the scene, to Ignis. Was that him admitting he started rumours to get certain people to leave him alone? ...Yes.]

Good. I'll text you places in the week. For the first week, you decide where we go, Second, I will. That'll stop it from getting boring.