Johnny falls for the feint, lunging forward, unbalanced when there's nothing to meet him, and thrown entirely off his feet when it tackles him from its new angle. He laughs even as it wrestles him down. "Clever beast," he sneers, sounding like an entirely different person now, little leftovers of Raymond crawling out of him. He twists and writhes, he could call the house up again but why spoil it so soon? Let the thing have its little victory.