Still panting, John managed to stand up and looked at the boy. Young, all dressed in black and quite good-looking John noticed. Well, too young perhaps. He didn’t seem too dangerous but he kept pointing at him, of course. He knew too well he shouldn’t trust anyone. He had too many scars to remind him that.
“Don’t?” he repeated with a slightly mocking tone. “Give me a good reason, then,” he went on. “Like telling me who you are and what you are doing here, pretty boy”