"Why? Because I can, of course. What sort of question is that?" Evan asked amused. No one ever really questions the things he did and why, especially when it came to pain, torture and pleasure not in that order mind you. "Oh, I suppose that isn't a proper answer," he spoke again having walked over to a table with various tools and toys for him to use on Neville to play with, taking up a letter opener, it's edges sharp and menacing. "Why am I doing this?" he shrugged, "Why am I doing this to you because you look so damn good when you're in pain, bleeding and exhausted, preferably at the same time." Evan grinned and turned around holding the letter opener as though he were about to use it.