"Good Morning, Miss," Sebastian said, pouring a cup of tea. Lizzie sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked groggily. He looked at her, his face quizzical.
"Bringing you your morning tea, Miss," he said, handing her the teacup. She accepted, sipping it.
"It's...nice," she said, unsure of how to respond. She kicked her blankets off and swung her legs over the side of her bed, starting to become accustomed to the flavor of the tea and beginning to enjoy it. She choked on her tea though when Sebastian reached up to unbutton her pajamas. She kicked him hard, knocking him backwards.
"Pervert!" she yelled, slamming the teacup and saucer on the bedside table, "Why are you trying to take off my shirt?" Sebastian stood, smiling.
"I had not realized how," he paused, smirking, "Self-reliant you are." She regarded him coldly, her face blank. Sebastian was almost taken aback by how much she almost looked like Ceil.
"You'll do well to remember it," she said harshly, standing, "Out."
Sebastian retreated from the room and down the hall to the room Ceil now occupied.
"Bocchan, time to wake," he said, pulling back the curtains. Ceil sat up, a devilish smirk on his face.
"I heard you got kicked in the face," he said conversationally, sitting on the side of the bed and allowing Sebastian to dress him.
"Indeed, Bocchan," he responded, removing the boy's night shirt and replacing it with another pressed white one, "It seems that the young Miss is much more capable than some of us." Ceil glared down at him as he slid on his knee high boots. He looked away, staring out the window.
"I hear from her that our clothes are all the rage now," Sebastian stated conversationally. Ceil showed no recognition, simply staring. He tied the ribbon around his neck and stood, noting that Ceil had barely moved during the whole ordeal.
"Bocchan?" he asked, looking over to the young demon. Without missing a beat or looking up, Ceil commanded, "Attend to the girl. I will join you shortly." Sebastian bowed, turning away from the young man and entering the dining room, where the girl was seated, eating a bowl of what appeared to be soup. Sebastian chuckled and walked over.
"Soup for breakfast? Wouldn't you rather me prepare you something, Miss?" he asked, smirking. She set down the spoon and looked up at him.
"I did not make a deal with your master so that you can pamper me. Rather than waste my time with pleasantries, perhaps you'd rather assist me in my goal," she said, turning back, "And this is not soup, this is called cereal."
"You seem very eager to get this done and over with," Sebastian commented, "Are you so eager to find revenge, or perhaps death?" Lizzie responded, " Whether death awaits me now or later, it doesn't matter. I only wish to achieve my goal." Sebastian chuckled, clearing away her dishes. She sipped the tea, which she had carried with her from her room, not looking at him.
"Something amuses you, Butler?" she said, her voice low. Sebastian turned back to face her, smiling almost sinisterly.
"Humans are amusing creatures," he stated, stepping behind her to pull out her chair. She glared at him, walking over to the large mirror that stood next to the door. Her dress seemed in order. She prided herself on her Victorian Lolita style, and would not have anyone see even a crack in her. I will not be pitied, she thought to herself, buttoning the last few buttons on her dress up her throat. She tried clumsily to tie the ribbon she had in her pocket in her hair, but only ended up with a lopsided excuse for a bow. She heard another chuckle, and turned to see Ceil standing before her.
"Why are you two constantly mocking me?" she asked coolly, continuing her efforts. Sebastian stepped behind her, taking the ribbon from her hands.
"If I may, Miss?" he asked, smiling mockingly. She folded her arms, her face showing her displeasure.
"Why not, Butler," she said, looking over at Ceil, "Does he insist upon dressing you and doing everything for you as well?"
"Yes," Ceil replied, "That is his job." She looked at Sebastian's reflection in the mirror, "Well aren't you just something else?"
"No, Miss," he said, standing back, "I am merely one hell of a butler." She pushed away from the tall man, looking the bow in her hair.
"It's satisfactory, I suppose," she said dismissively, "What should I call you by, Demon and Butler? I think it may seem odd that I call you that in the middle of the street."
"I am Ceil," Ceil said, "And that is Sebastian. We will be traveling under the pretense of your younger cousin and his butler, visiting you in your time of need. No one will question it." Lizzie nodded, turning towards the door. She turned back to Sebastian, and stated, "Sebastian, if you insist upon being a butler to me as well, fetch my parasol." Ceil eyed the back of her hand where her own contract mark was clearly visible.
"Fetch her gloves too, Sebastian," Ceil said sharply. Lizzie and he locked eyes.
"I do not need my gloves."
"You need to cover your contract," he said, looking at the mark. Lizzie chuckled.
"Most people will think it a Tattoo," she responded, "But if you insist, young cousin." Ceil almost cringed at the sound of her stress on young. Sebastian returned, handing her the gloves. She slid them on, effectively covering her curse mark. She looked over her shoulder at them, jerking her head.
"Come along then. We have information to find."
