A subtle crack shows in his composure as his brow furrows.

"Was that Djall?"

He has met the Houndoom, in the past, but there had been a difference in the intimidating presence of the beast beyond the door. It had reminded him, almost, of the suffocating presence Lugia exudes.

But he's here to confront a different legend.

"That depends."

His amber gaze shifts to her own. Familiar, familial.

"What did you do to Decker and Briarwood?"

Lulu doesn't elaborate, and Gavin doesn't pry. It's not why he's here.

His lip curls at an answer that doesn't satisfy him.

"We both know that's not all of it."

He had consented to the experiment, perhaps — orchestrated it, even — but it was the events that happened afterward that Gavin was interested in.

"What happened with Briarwood?"

He's heard from others; he wants it from the source.

Gavin huffs; it reminds him of when Plank had called Lugia a monster — how angry he'd been, and how that anger was not his alone.

"Could you have persuaded Darkrai against acting?"

His tone suggests curiousity over judgement. Could he have persuaded Lugia to inaction against Yveltal? Against @chloe's Drampa?

Her question makes him quirk a brow.

"You look like someone who should be smart enough not to rise to petty bait." Gavin leans against the wall, arms crossed. "Is that really all it takes?"

Gavin nods, accepting.

Her next comment does not go over as well. His eyes narrow as she mocks him, jaw clenched at the sound of the name.

"There is a difference between reprimanding your subordinates and subjecting them to the influence of an Avatar, Flint."

Killian Decker had risen from Lulu's subordinate to her equal in the time since. Gavin hadn't learned of their spat until after the promotion had gone through, but so far Decker hadn't given him express reason to regret it.

"What does it do, your power?"

Gavin lifts an eyebrow, a silent invitation for her to continue.

Though he'd been given a recount by a shaken grunt, Lulu Flint fills in details Gavin wouldn't have otherwise known. His lips press tight.

"That changes things, I'll admit..."

He'll have to have another talk with Killian Decker. He's not looking forward to it; he and Alexandra Briarwood were dangerous when it came to each other. Gavin shakes his head as if to physically brush off the thought.

"I want you to try it on me," he says, sudden but gravely serious. "Let me see it for myself."

"Yes."

There's not an ounce of hesitation in his voice. There is an air of confidence to him as he leans in the doorway to the lab, the ice to his sister's fire.

"How am I to know a line's been crossed if I can't see it?"