"Young master, you've received a letter from one of our stores here in London." The butler stretched out his arm to deliver the letter to Ciel. "They would like to notify you that the Christmas season this year has been more successful than any years past."
Ciel stared adamantly at the note in his hand. "That's good to hear, I suppose. Have the other branches reported similar results?"
"It seems only a few branches in Scotland and France have received the same effect," Sebastian sighed. When the young master did not respond, he inquired, "Is something the matter, young master?"
"It's nothing," Ciel replied half-heartedly, attempting to sound annoyed at the butler.
Sebastian frowned. It bothered him when bocchan did not tell him something. He put a hand to his forehead, trying to think of what could be troubling the stubborn boy. Not only that, but ways to get an answer to the question.
Suddenly Sebastian swooped behind the large desk and turned the chair so that Ciel faced him but could not escape.
"S-Sebastian! What are you-"
Their faces were dangerously close. Sebastian practically whispered, "Young master, I'm not sure I believe you. Convince me there isn't anything wrong."
"I- I don't know what you're talking about." Bocchan let a rosy blush slip and looked away from the deathly close demon.
"Oh really? I think you're playing innocent because you know what I want to do, my young lord. Do you perhaps want it to happen as well?" Sebastian winked. He enjoyed playing games with his master, whose face was now becoming a lovely shade of crimson.
"W-what on earth are you going on about?" Ciel was becoming flustered, and continued to avert his gaze from Sebastian. He already, of course, knew what it was his butler desired, but refused to admit or even acknowledge the fact that he did as well.
"You know," Sebastian chuckled, "You're really quite cute when you put on a ruse like that. It makes it very difficult to restrain myself, nearly impossible, in fact." He smirked at the frustrated boy.
"S-shut up!" Ciel practically squeaked out the words, sealing his eyes shut. At this point, he was far too embarrassed to even look at Sebastian. "Just… Shut up…"
"Young master…"
Sebastian suddenly lunged forward at the boy and lifted his chin to his own. The poor Earl Phantomhive was startled at first, then relaxed into the butler. If everything went as Ciel had planned, Sebastian surely would not be disappointed today.