[In his life, Evan has known of two types of people: human people, who don't know what he is, and nonhuman people, generally known through his mother, who do. He's been lumping everyone here, human or non, into the former category for safety's sake.

...but could this creature sense what he was? Some could.]

I'm not sure I would, given that I'm fairly certain you're not just an oddly-colored human yourself.

[Dissembling, he can do. That doesn't mean Pitch hasn't struck a nerve. Evan's heart is rabbiting.]