'You're the boogeyman?' He tilts his head curiously. 'Huh. Thought you'd be taller.'

It's of course, just proof of something Pitch already knows: he is very good at not showing fear. Weakness didn't get one far on Brooklyn's streets or during the War, and a little fear was healthy, too much was askin' for a babysitter or a transfer, and nobody wanted to disappoint their brothers-in-arms like that.

'So what's that about not bein' seen?'