Fox's Glade Get nothing done

He looked back to the chocolate boy.
Staring at him hard. His deapthless eyes waiting for him to give in.
Waiting for him to make another wrong move.

But at long last, Earp spoke again.
"Well, yous should be nicer."
He wondered if the kid meant it or not. Either way, he'd managed to put on a brave face.
Then, a thought flicked a switch in his mind.

He bowed his head Charles, licking his lips.
"Did yer Mutha ever tell yous dat strangers in de woods are dangerous, hm?"
Maybe it would dawn on him that all these questions were to see if he was prey. Or was he a bit too thick to understand that? Earp wouldn't like to think so, but he couldn't change it.