Erik's glare let up in favor of a look of confusion. For a moment, he didn't understand. What language was that? His glare swiftly returned and his jaw clenched in defiance at the amused tone of the soldier in the mask. "Nie rozumiem," he reluctantly bit out. Was this because he refused to speak in German? It wasn't like the doctors didn't understand his polish, however rudimentary it was at this point.
Ah ah, Erik, you understand perfectly.
His head whipped to the side and the expression on his face the epitome of pure hatred. One of the doctors that regularly pulled him inside for his so called "tests" was flanked by his loyal soldiers. He was already trying to prepare himself for the worst at the sight of them when he realized the doctor spoke the same language as the man in the mask and he actually understood it. He blinked. English, the language was English but he'd never heard it in person before, how did he know it?
There was something niggling in the back of his mind but he ignored it for now. The doctor only had so much patience and he'd learned mouthing off to him only made things worse. Keeping calm delayed the worst parts of the tests and sometimes, though it was really rare, if he kept his head on straight and did what he was told, they never got to it because something came up. If talking to the man in the mask kept the doctor and his soldiers at bay, then he was willing to play along.
His gaze wandered back over to the masked man and his brows furrowed as he tried to remember the initial question. The doctor didn't like to ask anything more than once and it would be stupid to assume this man was any different. The only thing he could recall, though, was the word game. He swallowed back anything that would show his wariness and looked at him where he assumed his eyes would be.
"Game," he said slowly, the language still sounding foreign to him. "What game?"