Damian turned to look at his father. His eyes narrowed slightly. He highly doubted that he hadn't been discussed. Still, there was merit in knowing an individual's assessment of himself, it showed one's priorities, one's self awareness but for some reason Damian didn't think that was what was happening.
His brow furrowed. It was such a simple question but he didn't know how to answer it. It wasn't that he couldn't give a matter of fact account of history but the words didn't seem to want to come.
"Mother's told me everything about you," he countered, managing to sound only a little smug.