Even while preparing his own dish, Sebastian steals glances at that butler. Agni whirls around the kitchen, grinding cinnamon, sprinkling turmeric. He adds water and mixes by hand, kneading them into a paste that he then fries. His limbs move by an artless grace, a magnificent imprecision a demon can only ever imitate...
"Could you give me your opinion?" The other butler's voice, rich and low, cuts into his thoughts.
Sebastian dips a spoon into Agni's pan and licks it. The flavors and spices mean nothing to him... But the flavors of Agni's hands still linger.
"Delicious."