[Nightmare]

He watched silent after he finished, leaning up against one of the many trees that surrounded them. There was something he couldn't but his finger on about her. She seemed to have a way with pokemon - that made them come to her, almost. No, not just because she had food, but a scent that made the pokemon like her. It had to be that, or he was just going insane.

After hearing her remark, Blake was slightly annoyed. He hated guessing games, but she just seemed to be stubborn. Thinking it through, he changed the subject. "Aren't you one bit mad?" he asked, "Since I was spying on you, I suppose you could say." He diverted to a question that made sense, at least. Blake pushed himself from the tree, taking a step towards her. "And aren't you even scared? Most people are when they take a look at me."