"Hah, yeah. He was never fucking satisfied. Had a musical prodigy right in his lap and decided to berate him because his numbers weren't up to snuff." He pauses. "Sorry to hear you had that, too. Shit sucks."

Damian does not point out how suspicious Sebastian is acting. He does, however, move to do something about the shivering.

Shrugging off his leather jacket (that IS a jacket, thank you) and plopping it over Sebastian's shoulders. "Scoot your legs up, lean and green. Gonna get the blanket."

Because even though there's supposedly fucking magic everywhere, they can't magic up some heated rooms. Ugh.