The Inventor's eyes searched the pink room, looking for anything that could lead to Hawkmoth's desires. But nothing. Only dots of blue-tac sparsely attached to the pink walls, as if something was taken down, posters that were once proudly displayed. Marinette blushed at the memory of her boyfriend's face lining her walls. Of course, she had to take them down; especially when he liked to spontaneously visit her as Cat Noir, knocking on her skylight begging to be let in from the rain.

Alya smirked at the bare walls before dumping herself into Marinette light pink swivel chair; a contraption which provided comfort and a hell of a lot of fun. As all the teenagers sat around on different objects manufactured for sitting in Marinette's room, The Inventor was caught in the centre of all the teen's gazes; he was the centre of their attention. "So," Alya began, the reporter coming out in her, "What was all that stuff you were saying about Mayor Bourgeois?" The question itself sounded informal and rather relaxed when written down, but the tone Alya used made the question intimidating and The Inventor; the oddly shy villain he is, tried to not shrink away from those inquisitive amber eyes.

Marinette broke the tense atmosphere, "Just tell us why you got Akumatised."

The Inventor took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He never knew that facing the questioning eyes of four mere teenagers would have been so overwhelming.

And he told them. Questioning eyes turned to one of shock, closed mouths became open as their jaws lost the capacity to stay firmly shut with the news that would have shocked any Parisian citizen.

Everyone knew for the Mayor to be kind-hearted and bubbly. No one would have expected to have a sour bone in his body. Never would his kind-self turn to anger, even when Chloe was being a spoilt brat with an attitude that could turn anyone's happy mood into annoyance in a split second. But not the Mayor. So what the hell did The Inventor ask that ticked the bald-headed Mayor off so much?

"He reacted that way?" Nino asked, "To you asking if he wanted to test your invention? Dude, that's harsh." The teens agreed. Sympathy for the villain was evident on their faces and The Inventor found that he liked those kind expressions directed towards him. They were definitely better than the hate-filled words and glares that were catapulted his way when he was being walked to the Paris Police Station.

It was this point that Hawkmoth's control on the shy villain started to slip.