Thankfully, Evan knew better, though he didn't necessarily always do the right thing in his lifetime. But he could back that up with being a Death Eater, not with the title of creepy-little-bloke.
Being assaulted with that voice, Euan, if he remembered correctly, upon entering the door, gave Evan a little start. He hadn't been expecting anyone, especially since he didn't talk to anyone here besides occasionally Cara and even that was on the rare side these days. He wasn't sure where they stood anymore, or if they had anything going for them.
"Merlin's pants, kid!" Evan shouted back before heading into the kitchen. He couldn't help himself, he was still hungry. It had been a long day at work, with counting and inventory and losing track of time. When he found Euan in the bedroom, it was with a plate full of the fish that had been left for him.
"How long have you been here?" Creepy little bloke.