You find yourself awake suddenly, the night is cold and the air is still, rain pitter-patters on your windowsill, and someone's in the room with you. Pitch is quite surprised when he's pulled from your dreams before he could corrupt them, standing over your bed and staring down at you with a mildly bemused expression on his face. He raises his brows, his golden gaze settled on your sleepy face. His eyes then narrow, and you could've sworn you saw the shadows around you shift in an attempt to taunt and intimidate you. You're just... Looking at him.

"Are you frozen in horror, or simply foolish? I can't even taste your fear on the air..." Pitch sounds more than a bit irritated as the prospect of you looking into his eyes so fearlessly. He feels physically weakened by your courage. Oh, but he hasn't given up. He can try much harder, and he certainly will. He's always liked a challenge, after all.