Ciel sat on his bed with a towel around his body, his tall black clad butler standing in front of him, getting down onto his knees and peeling off the fluffy white material that covered the whole of the boy's body, then slipping his skinny arms through the armholes of the teen's nightshirt and buttoning it up.
"You're awfully quiet, young master," Sebastian commented his voice echoing through the large quiet and dim lighted room.
He didn't get a reply from the boy, only a emotionless stare.
"Something bothering you?"
He still refused to reply, his lips not moving unless to change expressions. His mismatched eyes just stayed in line with the demon's maroon coloured orbs.
Obviously something was troubling Ciel, but the blue and violet eyed teen didn't want to talk about it. Must be something pretty personal, for him to not tell Sebastian, the one he's bonded with.
"Young master?"
"It's nothing that concerns you,"
"So there is something wrong,"
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't deny it,"
Dammit, he's got me there, Was the teens thoughts, while thinking of a retort, he only just ended up spluttering then crossing his arms across his chest with narrowed eyes at Sebastian.
An amused expression came upon the demon's face along with that famous smirk. "Does if have to do with why you haven't been sleeping properly at night?"
"How dare-"
"What kind of butler would I be if I didn't know about my lord's discomfort?"
And again,
Ciel opened his mouth, just about to say something but was just cut off by the demon. "Is the young master having restless nights due to a certain reason...Like, because of certain dreams?" That smirk on his face grew, and the young boy just wanted to smack it right off.
But he didn't.
"Yes,"
Both the mismatched eyed boy and the demon's maroon eyes widened slightly, one shocked for that it blurted out, and the other being slightly shocked from the bluntness of the reply.
"I see,"
Sebastian quickly regained his own composure but continued to watch as Ciel's worsen, a faint pink colouring tainting his cheeks as he glances to the side and fiddle with his hands.
They must be really a bother if he's this uncomfortable about the subject.
A chuckle echoed through the room which made the young Earl look back to his butler whom was now straightening up to his feet, "If the young master doesn't wish to tell me the reason of his discomfort, well maybe I have to get it out of him myself?"
The grey-haired boy gave off a small smirk and responded with; "If you can work it out on how to get it out of me."
"Is that an order?" His maroon eyes flashed once as an unsure expression came upon his face, "You may regret it later,"
"That is an order, Sebastian, use any method you can to find out what I'm hiding from you to be causing me to be so uncomfortable."
"Yes, my lord."