Lynx glares at him. Rubbing his nose as he got it flicked. Growling angrily. Backing up as best he can. Eyes widening. "Ye ain't dealt with mother when ye had her precious child...now have ye?" he says in a tuanting and pointing out tone. "Ye dealt with mother only in one of her good bad moods. Ye ain't dealt with her when ye stole her only true child of her flesh and blood." he points out also. Looking at him with a curious tilt of his head. "I be my mother's son." he points out with a smile. "I love me mother. She be awesome and cool to me." He seems happy talking about his mother. Even when he was threatening her somewhat. "I be no brat! I be 17 in human years. I be forgetting me age in mer..." he says quite honestly. "If I be a brat ye be an old fart." he says with a decisive tone followed by bubbly giggles. He mood swinged and didn't even know it. "Ye know the Sea Goddess?" he says in confusion. "Mother be dealing mostly with Jack Sparrow...and the knew Davy Jones...and...how do ye know mother?" he says. Getting back to his original confused question.