Evan had watched as Allistair went from standing idly to lurching over from the reflection of a nearby tail pipe, his face darkening. So it is settled. If the boy wanted trouble, Evan would give it to him gladly- but not without due warning. Giving the moth-eaten tongue of the shoe a small tug, Evan moved to his feet without even looking at his cargo, instead turning to face the other boy.<br/><br/>He quirked an eyebrow, as if challenging him to come any closer.<br/>