The swat at his hands only gets a giggle out of Tom - he lets his arms fall to either side of him, spread out, careless. It's certainly not the first time someone has called him a creep, and it's not likely to be the last.

Besides, everything is sort of swimming right now, and he doesn't care what kind of attention he's getting. Only that he's getting attention.

"Aren't...we all getting manipulated? To act weiiird? One way'r another?" He blinks blearily, then finally lifts his arm to look again at the substance latched onto his wrist.

"But. Do you mean...this bit of Darkness, here?"