"Pffft, paytatoe, pahtato." It's accompanied by an eye roll that makes it into his tone. "Assholes are still assholes, no matter how you spin the pronunciation."

Damian does notice that Sebastian is... kind of lingering on his boots a bit. Not like he can really blame him though - they're good boots, and Sebastian sounds like he grew up in a place tucked right inside the ass crack of hell. Damian, charitable soul that he is, will let Sebastian have this without comment.

At his question, Damian scowls. "Yeah, no, fucking hate the guy. If I could kill him without upsetting my mom, I would. Fucker could drop dead and the whole world would be better for it."