"You don't seem scary to me," he said, swinging his legs a little. His eyes lifted to look at Theodore. "But I don't think there's anyone I'm afraid of." Why should he be?
He smiled just a little at the fact that he'd made the older boy laugh. "I think I would rather spend my time listening to him than Voldemort." He wondered if this Voldemort person would show up. Perhaps he would and Evan could meet him and study him in his own way. Little as he wanted to be one of his servants, Evan was still terribly curious about this man and what made them all follow him without question.
The question made him pause, body tensing up just slightly. There were a lot of ways to answer that, but most of the reason he wanted his father was something he would never reveal to just anyone. He wouldn't openly admit to needing anyone. "He's my Papa." There was a shrug. That should have been enough.