His back is starting to twitch the more he touches but thankfully that does not last long. Even with his drunken awareness he remembers when he has such a rough way with any type of medics. Their services were almost unimportant and yet here in the carnival all that had changed. Something could affect him now when it came to fae and he hates it.

See, if he was trying to insult him he would be far more devious than that. Tyki had a way of getting under someone's skin literally and metaphorically. His gifted silvertongue and probing often did the job. Right now he's just grasping for straws so it's kind of pathetic.

"East?" he responds again as if it is a game, "Herbert West sounds far too official. Pick something else." He rises to his feet finally and looks around for his clothes as that slime starts to fall off his body in globs now that his power has activated again and it can no longer touch him.