[ evan looks at him in silence, and then actually laughs - nothing loud, or outright, but more than the dismissive snort he usually gives. okay, he misjudged. maybe there's worse in david than he thought.

though the part where he keeps ripping the shrapnel out and using it as a weapon while grinning probably should have been a tell. ]

Yeah? There's somethin' to that, you know. [ spoken as a man who primarily beat people to death before he opted for a massive weapon, who learned who to kill that way. ] You feel 'em going instead of just watchin' it.

[ he sets the mug down on the edge of the console, and reaches up to take his mask off fully so he can look at the carved, broken face of it. there's still that same distant little smirk on his face. ]

'Course I doubt you could get me that way.