I genuinely like you. I'll probably use your heart to jump start a dark curse one day.

I'll look out for you. I might laugh if you fall down a well, but I'll throw you a rope. The rope might be spun out of poison ivy.

You interest me. I hope your will is updated.

You're useful to me. Every Brain needs its Pinky.

I don't care for you. I'll probably haunt you for the next three generations and then lock your favorite offspring in a cage for a hundred years because I can.

Potential Lost Boy. Yay!