[b]Pitch Black[/b]

As soon as the elf started running her hand along everywhere on herself she could get to, }Pitch raised an eyebrow. He noticed that the places he could see were covered in scars. He blinked a few times, now noticing how many there were. He felt a twinge of sympathy toward her. What had happened? It mustn't have been pretty, considering they were all over. When she seemed to snap back into the moment, he hardly noticed she was talking. He completely ignored her question.

"Well, what happened there?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously. "Looks like you were ripped to shreds. I wonder how that feels... That could be fun, depending on what was doing the shredding..." he rambled on for a few moments, explaining how he thought the best way to be shredded up is, and by whom. When he finished, he realized how long he'd been talking. 

"Oh, my apologies. What was that?" he asked, a more gentlemanly smile on his face than you'd expect from an insane person.