Adrien rolled his eyes. This Nikolai boy was quite the person wasn't he?

"None of that is the business of a petty theif."

He said. But he knew what it was like to have no money. Hell, if Nikolai dropped the smart-ass attitude, then he could probably feel the smallest bit of sympathy for him. But Adrien doubted that would happen. Ever.

"A petty thief?" Lynx gasped, eyes widening in mock surprise as he pressed a hand to his heart. "Me? I'll have you know I'm far more than a petty thief. But I suppose you wouldn't know, since you haven't caught me for it." He shrugged, settling back down. "Am I annoying you, Agent?" He crooned sarcastically, sketching a brow at the man outside his cell.

Adrien raised an eyebrow. He wondered how anyone could stand this insufferable person. He was really annoying. And cocky. Adrien stared at him, he had an uncomfortable stare, without really meaning to. But it was silent, and Adrien was just staring at him.

"Cocky, petty, and arrogant. I suppose."

He said he wasn't even trying to mutter it. He didn't mutter, he told. And now, he was telling Nikolai what he had seen. It was quite interesting watching this guy's reactions.

Lynx grinned at the slight insult, tilting his head to the side in a gaelic shrug. "I'll give you cocky and annoying, but petty? ...well, maybe a little. Is it my turn to list your character traits, or is that not how this works?" He teased, still with his cocky smirk, as always. He was attractive- always had been. And while he was not made to smile, he was, in fact, made to smirk.

Adrien just rolled his eyes slightly. He looked at Nikolai, like REALLY looked at him. He looked familiar in some way. But Adrien couldn't pinpoint why. He tilted his head to the side, looking him up and down, for anything that may say why he seemed to recognize him. And where he recognizes him from.

Lynx gave the Agent a slightly confused look as he suddenly began surveying him. He snapped his fingers out in front of him sarcastically. "My eyes are up here, lovely." He mocked, withholding a snicker. "I know my body is great and all, but you could lust after me a little less obviously." He joked.

Adrien looked back at his eyes and stared at them. Not saying anything for a few moments. Until he broke the silence.

"Where do I know you?"

He asked suddenly, staring at him, eyes scanning his body and face again.

Lynx tilted his head, heart beating a little faster in his chest, but still the same cool, arrogant man on the outside. His face was a perfect mask of confusion. He didn't recognize this man. He refused to recognize that man. "I've no idea what you're talking about." He drawled, sketching a brow. "Are you hallucinating or something?" He mocked, fighting the urge to swallow down the Russian accent ringing through his brain.

Adrien watched him, studying his face and noting his body physique.

"Hm. I am not hallucinating."

He said, his own Russian accent dripping through into his voice.

Lynx's eyes widened momentarily in a wince at the sound of his accent, and he avoided cringing back for a moment. That language, that harsh lilt- it held no warm place in his heart. No good things came from it. Shoving down the sudden, instinctual panic that came with the sound of his native tongue, Lynx brushed off the moment off vulnerability by brushing a hand through his hair, thoroughly disinterested once more. "I don't know what else you can call imagining things." He chided, narrowing his eyes at the man outside his cell. "You don't know me, imbecile. Now go running, little dog. Your masters will be angry for your delay." He hissed softly.