Under the influence.

Beca waited until she saw Arwen disappear. Once she was no longer in sight, she turned to her son. "What was that, Ryan? What exactly were you trying to do?" she asked, her glare sharp enough to let him know she wasn't in favor of his idea at all. 

Ryan frowned. "You are asking me this, Mom? You should tell me what were you trying to do?" 

Beca didn't understand. Holding the expression of confusion clear on her face, she frowned and asked, "What do you mean? What am I trying to do?" 

"Mom, you tried to manipulate her," Ryan accused, his expression defining the expression of incredulity. 

"Manipulate?" Beca didn't know from where that was coming, but she was stunned to hear her son say something like that. "I manipulated her? Ryan, are you even listening to yourself?"

"Ryan, what are you saying?" Gareth scolded. "Since when did you start disrespecting your mother?"