Sebastian did not like being corrected. He was about to say something to the effects of underlings were called whatever he wanted to call them and that his little blurb about how great he was wasn't really worth shit. He wasn't going to be the one in charge of anything any time soon. As a first year, he would be getting Sebastian's coffee and Picking up Blaine's little beast's shits.
When Blaine spoke, it was hard not to grin in satisfaction. At least they were on the same page. "You seem very single minded on your goals, J.J. I have to ask, what makes you think that you're a proper fit for the campaign that we run?"