"The fact that you just said that proves it! You're an arrogant old bastard who wants to impose his will over everyone, only you don't have the power to do it!" Bah, Chat Noir can't be everywhere. Still, it would be prudent to finish this quickly as not to provoke attention.

Still more tendrils come out from below to reach out for the man to entangle him. Each one that does make contact has a draining effect.

"Bein' an adult doesn't make you better. It doesn't make you superior. Doesn't make you wise. It just makes you older'n me, and somehow, with you people, that makes you think you have some authority! Well, you don't! You don't have power over me and y'never will!" And that's what his attacking him was, exactly. A big fat 'you're not the boss of me!'

Tantrum indeed.