"Then I'm stuck panhandling until we get our turf back or I get some new art contacts in another neighborhood." There's something entirely nonchalant about his demeanor. He really doesn't mind a little panhandling and he doubts the lines will stay where they are forever, anyway. Besides, he's pretty good at getting attention and art doesn't always require that the attention be positive for it to pay off.

"So what's the prize for my extra-cute pelt?" He wiggles his hips in his worn skinny jeans, just in case there's any question as to whether or not he's actually taking this entirely seriously. Spoiler: he's not.