[ Now it was like a terrible cycle; the more wary and paranoid Evan became, the sharper, and clearer his fears came into focus. And Pitch only smiled. With his black wings, and grey skin he was actually well camouflaged. Usually he would stand out. ]

You're sitting on a burnt tree branch next to a bit of hot charcoal and you're really going to ask that question?

[ Well that's twice Evan's made Pitch laugh. Not a very good average if he hopes to ever be left alone again. ]