Clearly, Jeff's "focus on the painting" plan was entirely in vain, and Sebastian had caught him. As the other boy strode toward him, Jeff was racking his brain for a decent response to anything Sebastian might ask him. At this particular moment, Jeff was convincing himself that it wasn't what it looked like, and that he wasn't getting hard from looking at another guy, though, with a distinct absence of throw pillows at his disposal, Jeff couldn't really hide that one all that well. He tugged at the bottom of his blazer, making do with what he had.

"I... Um... What?" Jeff asked, his voice coming out in more of a squeak than he'd intended for it to. "I was... the painting... It wasn't... I never noticed it before..." Cute argument, Jeff, he thought to himself. Sebastian wasn't an idiot, and the chances of his not realizing that by the painting, Jeff had really meant Sebastian's ass were slim to none. It was an even harder argument to make, given that Jeff had been in the Warblers for quite some time, and been in this room probably a million times before.