Non-benign. Not socially acceptable. Misrepresented (?) as evil. Chaos.

All his very favourite things.

Jim taps his fingertips on his leg in a rhythm that's by now second nature and nods, glad he's wearing shades. Then he allows his focus to be distracted by a particularly beautiful mutant boy dancing by, whom he smirks at and receives a grin from in return.

'Good idea,' he says absently, and pulls his focus back.

'I could definitely do with a drink.'