Adrien raised an eyebrow. A sensitive spot? Good.

"Did I hit a sensitive spot?"

He asked, letting his Russian accent overtake his voice. He stayed far enough away from the bars, incase Nikolai decided to get... hands on, he should say.

Lynx took in a deep, calm breath, letting his body lay calm over the cot, still managing the air of importance through the panic the Russian accent attempted to pry him apart with. "Did your mother not love you as a child?" He drawled in return, crossing his ankles and leaning back. Shudders were trying to run down his spine, but he didn't let them, instead inspecting his nails. "Are you quite sure I'm the annoying one here?" He purred, letting his gaze flick to the Agent. There was turmoil there, but also anger. Simmering. Like he was fighting not to get up and start throwing punches.

Adrien raised an eyebrow.

"I doubt yours did."

He said, eyeing Nikolai up and down before shrugging.

"But who am I to talk about your poor dramatic past?"

He retorted calmly, crossing his arms.

Lynx let out a scoff of laughter. "She wasn't alive to do so. So, no." He answered bluntly, narrowing his suddenly slightly darker eyes. "I doubt yours had the same excuse." He retorted softly, rolling his eyes. "Talk about my poor, dramatic past all you like." He sneered.

"I think I may. It's quite interesting to push your buttons. Considering you are obviously getting angrier."

He said, amusement tinging his voice. He was slightly enjoying this. He knew him somewhere, but had no idea where. He knew anger made people spill things. And Adriens cold and blank personality, was great at that.

"Then by all means, do." Lynx shrugged, lacing his fingers together behind his head and laying down. He just had to choke down the fear of that accent- strangle it, smother it, shove it away. He simply took a deep breath. "Lovely, you mistake annoyance for emotion. It takes more than whatever you're doing to get me riled." He shrugged, nestling into the cot slightly.

Adrien raised an eyebrow.

"I highly doubt that. Vo sideline your agitated undertone."

He hummed, making sure his Russian was fully aware in his voice.

"Sooo, if your mother was dead then your father gave you the traumatic dramatic past?"

He asked,keeping his arms crossed.

If Lynx's eyes were open, he would have been rolling them. He just ignored the first comment, clenching his jaw slightly as he continued. "Take a guess. It could have been a cruel, abusive step-father." He said sarcastically, shifting to lay on his side and get comfortable.

Adrien hummed.

"I highly doubt that. But who knows."

He said. He wondered why they were fighting. He honestly wouldn't mind just talking. Considering Nikolai treated him... somewhat humanely. He hooked his mask back on and kept his arms crossed. He wasn't much different from this boy, Nikolai. It was intriguing, in a way. A strange way, but a way nontheless.

Lynx opened his eyes to glare at the man from the corner of his eyes. "Why are you still here?" He asked, somewhere between hostility and curiousity as he peered at the man outside. He narrowed his eyes a little and then turned his head and closed them again, blowing out a breath.