Damien stiffened with affront and moved back in his chair while Spencer leaned forward. Being questioned that way was not something he way used to, or had happen to him before. "I'm Damien Moreau," he answered, at a loss for any other explanation. His status warranted respect and it baffled him that he was being questioned to defend it. "I... I'm your boss." His father still paid the bills, but Spencer was here to work for him, or so he was making clear. That had to mean something.