He's sitting on a trunk, seeming relaxed and calm. He knows you've been staring at him for a while, he felt your presence around and noticed that you weren't even trying to actually hide from him.

"Hi, young boy."

He greets you with a small chuckle, looking right in your direction.

"Are you going to show yourself or not?"

He says, turning a card in his hands, wondering if he should throw it at you or not.