The detective punched him and Adrien visibly flinched back, though he tried to hide it. Adrien watched as the detective and Nikolai fought as such. He hated seeing another person go through what he went through so... so... so many times before. He gulped before hardening his face and tapping his mask. Through mask dropped from one ear for a moment, letting him speak.

"I found the hoodie on the ground and gave it to him. Nothing more."

He said coldly, although internally, he knew he wasn't eating. Tonight, and most likely tomorrow. The detective looked at him and stared at him for a long long long moment.

"You know where to go, I'm not done talking to this punk."

He spat rudely. Adrien nodded and made his way out, walking toward the office...

-

The detective turned back to Nikolai, after having wiped his face, and sat down again.

"That was immature of you. Why couldn't you have just told us that agent gave you the hopdie?"

He barked in question.

Lynx whipped back from the punch and came back with one of his own, hard enough he was sure there was a crunch somewhere on the man's face. He was about to vault the table when the Agent interrupted. He had to refrain from continuing anyway, staring at the detective with something close to hate. Cold, calculating hate. He didn't watch the Agent go, simply staring at the man in front of him. He settled slowly after the detective did. "I like making trouble for assholes who deserve it." He said flatly, flexing his hand into a fist. His knuckles were red from the impact, and he was still dying to go again. He could beat the prick in front of him, without a doubt. The only thing holding him back was the idea that he had the higher ground without it.

The detective glared at him and made sure the handcuffs that chained him to the table were tighter, so he could barely move.

"You brat."

He growled, glaring.

"Just fucking tell us why you didn't tell us the agent gave you the hoodie."

He snapped at Nikolai, looking ready to explode in anger.

Adrien walked back in, he was still limping the same amount, but he had a bandage wrapped around his head, that was slightly bloody in parts. No one even looked up at him as he went back to standing in the corner, blankly staring.

Lynx huffed at the chains on his wrists, shifting against them in irritation. "I've been called worse by more important people." He scoffed, leaning back to get comfortable. He shrugged at the question. "I knew it would annoy you. I like annoying people. Particularly ugly ones." He said flatly, casting a disinterested half glance as the Agent came back in. He had to will his hands to stay relaxed, rather than forming a fist at the injustice of it.

Adrien stood in the corner still, watching them blankly. His eyes had gone colder, once again. Any small interest or shine that had been coming back, had vanished again...

The detective rolled his eyes and sat back down.

"So, you just don't want to answer questions because you're a petty thief?"

He said, with a scoff. Adrien just watched, his arms crossed in front of him, but he avoided touching his arm. Strange.

"That's about it. I prefer the term pain in the ass, but petty thief works." Lynx shrugged, glancing over the Agent for a half second. Just a husk yet again. He scoffed and looked back at the detective, lounging as much as he could.

The detective raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

"You are that too. Well,"

He sets a folder on the table in front of Nikolai.

"We have some records on your family, and would like to ask some questions."

He said, a smirk growing on his face again.

Adrien raised an eyebrow, it was honestly very easy to hide emotion in front of these idiots. He stared at Nikolai before looking at the files on the table, eyes only. He's seen those. Why did this guy have those files? He narrowed his eyes slightly at the detective.

Lynx rolled his eyes, blinking in a moment of surprise as the detective mentioned his family. He tensed his fists, and took a deep, deep breath, untensing his hands and leaning back. "Didn't realize you had to dig into childhood trauma. Go ahead then, show the class your little discoveries." He scoffed, crossing his legs, one ankle on the other knee.

The detective raised an eyebrow and hummed, opening the file and beginning to skim it.

"Mmm, so your Nikolai James Rylov, 22, Male. Hm, says here you've been- sold? is that correct?"

He asked, obviously enjoying this.

Adrien raised an eyebrow but quickly dropped it, watching Nikolai.

He thought bitterly, watching Nikolai's expression. Adrien didn't like how Nikolai was so familiar to him. In the sense he knew him, and the sense they apparently went through similar, not the same, things.

"That's me. And, it's pronounced R-hiss-lov, for your information." Lynx said hissing the last words through his teeth with perfect pronunciation. The only time his Accent shone through. He blew out a breath at the question, then gave a shrug. "In a way, yes, I was sold." He answered flatly. "Are you just confirming facts about my last or are you going to start bullying me?" He mocked.