His image was one of the things Evan held onto most proudly. The fact that people fear him thought him a sick, manipulative arsehole was something he prided himself in. 'Evan Rosier scared. I must be doing something right. Or wrooong.' Barty was right about one thing, it was wrong. Evan wasn't scared of anything but just the manner of how Barty wrote that it did something inside Evan that made him angry. What if people took what Barty said seriously? After all Barty Crouch Jr was an influential man at best.
He felt Barty's eyes looking at him, "Lingering in doorways is considered rather rude," he sneered, "especially if it's your own house your guests might get the wrong impression of you, darling." Now that Barty was here with him, Evan's annoyance slightly subsided when he turned around in the char he sat on to look at him, "Come here," it wasn't a question while he pointed down to a spot on the floor before him, "and down on your knees," he began to unzip his fly and reaches to take out his hard cock, it glistened at the tip with pre-come.