"I don't mind that," he admits, even while shrugging a shoulder. He's been called way worse, though he's opening his mouth to answer with his real name anyway when it clicks into place. Blaine, white hair, charming but fake. He swallows. Of course, Ravi has gone now, but he hasn't forgotten his promise. Something akin to fear flashes in his gaze, not for what Blaine is, but what he's done. And not even that really, but for what he represents. People who have hurt the people he cares about most.

"I think we have a mutual friend."