"Your funny animal isn't very nice, little girl," pouts the Pan, his shadow yanking its hand back. He puts his hands on his hips and wags his head from side to side disapprovingly. "I'd almost think maybe you didn't want to be nice to me! I'm not human, so I don't have to have a funny animal."

He pouts at her, his face a caricature of hurt feelings. "You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings, would you?" he says, bringing the full force of his abilities to bear as he stares into her eyes. "We could have ever so much fun together!"