(OOC: Sure! I could see him losing his temper the more this continues.)
Dylan felt a flare of annoyance at Shawn's instance that he knew him. "No, I don't," he snapped in irritation, clenching his fist. His frustration was only growing the longer this conversation went on for. He couldn't remember who this guy was. He couldn't recall ever having met him before now. And for all Dylan knew, this guy was making up the things he was telling him. Losing his temper finally, he lunged towards Shawn, trying to swipe at him with his mutated arm.