Pitch had actually thought himself to have been rather restrained this past week, though that was more in part to still recovering his strength than any overt desire not to, ahem, ruffle any feathers.

"If I wanted to be deliberate you would not have to make a guess at whether it were happening," the Boogeyman shot back. "No, I do not care whether you have settled in a new nest or a garbage heap. What I do care about is that you expect me to be some sort of slathering beast incapable of holding a conversation in your presence. Should I gnash my teeth and snarl at you? Would that make you feel more at ease?"