Ciel opened his eyes to the closed curtains, closing them again after a moment. "Sebastian." He managed to whispered, his throat dry.

"Yes, my lord?" Sebastian asked, pulling the young earl closer to himself. Ciel had asked him to stay next to him for the night, and Sebastian complied easily.

"Tea." Ciel licked his lips softly, pulling the covers up from his stomach. He relaxed as he felt Sebastian get off the bed to fetch him the requested tea.

Ciel really didn't want to get up , anyways. He had a party to attend to, something that Sebastian pressed on and on for him to do for at least a month. It was about a month, too, since Elizabeth's letter. The earl had completely forgotten about it, even though it was still in the top-most drawer of his desk in the study. For some reason, it was if the Queen had become reluctant to give her guarddog work to do, as if she knew what Elizabeth had done. But, Ciel was thankful he didn't have to put his life in danger, because he had one more reason to be and stay alive; Sebastian.

Ciel always seemed to tag along with Sebastian. He had started getting up early to watch Sebastian clean and cook, to talk to him when he was eating, and even when the other three nuisances where catching ass from the butler Ciel seemed to be listening. It wasn't as if they hadn't noticed the change either, but they were too polite to say anything (and probably afraid to catch as from the butler).

The door opening relieved Ciel of his thoughts. "Here you are, young master." Sebastian said. Instead of the entire tea cart he had brought only one cup and a saucer. Ciel sat up with Sebastian's help, keeping the blankets pulled close as he took the saucer.

"Thank you." Ciel said, taking a sip. He frowned softly when he swallowed. "Weak. What is it?"

"Jasmine and honey, sir." Sebastian said.

"That's not what I meant. There's no milk." Ciel said. "Why?"

"Bard decided milk helped vegetation grow." Sebastian said lightly. Ciel's lip upturned.

"What kind of idiot..." Ciel muttered under his breath. After a sigh, the earl said, "Well, go fetch."

"I'm not a dog." Sebastian said, placing his hands on his hips.

"Yes, but you're my butler." Ciel said, "What I say goes."

"Oh but my lord, butlers don't fetch." Sebastian said. Ciel sighed.

"Are you really playing this game, Sebastian?" Ciel asked exasperated. Sebastian smirked softly in answer. "Fine. Get on your hands and knees."

Sebastian's smirk dropped. "Sir-"

"Now." Ciel demanded, and Sebastian lowered himself down to his hands and knees. "Now bark." Ciel enjoyed humiliating Sebastian at his own game. Very rarely was he given the opportunity, but when he was, he enjoyed it. After Sebastian gave a woof, Ciel gave a taunting smile and gently patted his head. "Good boy. Now, fetch." When Sebastian began to get up, the earl said, "Ah-ah-ah! On your hands and knees where you belong." Sebastian gave a scowl, and the young master repeated, "Fetch." The butler crawled, hands and knees, out of the room. "Don't forget to close the door!"