Evan sorted dismissively. Clearly he was talking far too much and now the boy looked more bored if anything apart from his discomfort in the position. Going back to the table Evan placed the knife back down in its place and took out his wand again. He pointed the tip to his hand, mumbled a charm and produced a feather from the wand's point and held it up by it's root, he traced it over Neville's right shoulder, against his neck and down his chest. His eyes watching that face for any hint of expression.