Huh. The Enderman's gaze squints, purple eyes aglow and locked towards the sight of something moving, or someone, towards the familiar direction of where it's home resides.

Unwanted guests, leads to unwelcomed unpleasantries. The creature thinks to itself wistfully, dropping a block by it's hands, before teleporting, purple dust particles following his absence.

The Enderman ends up just outside it's abode, but it saw you and the aura that paraded into its house, mischief and caution. While one was understandable, the other was not, seeing you looking around, searching for something, that is, until, it found it's gaze met with yours as you turn around, slow and tensed to the entrance.

Eyes narrow, and annoyance creeps into it's veins. "Don't you know that it's rude to stare at an Enderman?" And it takes action, teleporting infront of you as it lets out a horrible, ear-piercing screech.