Ciel Phantomhive was always looking for new ways to embarrass his butler. And the chance came one afternoon while he was sitting at his desk, watching the demon pouring the tea into a cup Sebastian had just brought him.
"Sebastian."
The butler looked up. "Yes, Young Master?"
"I command you to disobey my order."
…
"Excuse me?" uttered the other, arching an eyebrow.
"You heard perfectly, didn't you? I command you to disobey my order."
"Yes, my-" he stopped halfway, Sebastian, wrinkling his eyebrows lightly.
Wait a minute.
If he said yes, he would mean that he intended to obey, but he would also end up disobeying. And if he said no? In that case he would refuse, but he would also obey instead.
And while Sebastian was silent, trying to reason, a smile could only grow on the lips of his master.
Now he was sure: he LOVED putting his butler in trouble.