[ He wants to make a retort - or an attack - or something, his temper's still off the charts, but it's slightly dampened by the blow to his head which - damn, it hurts. He reaches up to touch it, and he winces, coming away with blood on his fingers.

Not here. Not now.

Frustrated, he climbs unsteadily to his feet, picking up the slip and smearing blood on it in the process. He crumples it in his fist. ]

Fine. That's just fine. But remember - [ He jabs a finger at Pitch. ] - you're not gonna be able to hide under this ruse forever. I'm gonna find out what you're really after.