Anatoly looked at Lex skeptically. He could easily believe that Lex would clash with Freddie (was there a person here who didn't?) but to actively warn him away? Something wasn't quite right.

"He is my rival, not yours. Why do you care what he does?" He gestured at the objects so artfully displayed. "You say it has nothing to do with me but you say that and you have these things of mine... tell me, Lex. What am I supposed to think?"