Sebastian did not hesitate to reply, he was aware that the servants of the manor may recognise Grell and had already decided what he would tell them. "It was the summer of this year that you last saw Grell, as you are aware, he was Madame Red's butler. Before her death, both of them were involved in unfavourable activities that would require Grell to take on a disguise, he was never truly her butler. After the Madame's death, I became aware of his true appearance and personality, and have met with him occasionally. You did not participate in the play, Mey-Rin, but you may remember him as "Ophelia" from the night the young master and his friends performed "Hamlet". I encountered him three days ago while buying medicine for the young master and because of my own incompetence, he was seriously injured and was almost killed." Sebastian did not look at Mey-Rin as he spoke; instead he looked impassively at Grell, as though he wasn't there and was able to see through him.
Once Grell was finished, Sebastian dabbed at his mouth with a cloth napkin, and set it on the tray which he set on the floor beside the bed to clear later. He took Grell's right hand and lifted the silk sleeve to reveal the cast and flawless white skin. Sebastian ran the tips of his fingers across the top of Grell's cast, applying light pressure, testing for firmness and endurance. "I may not be a trained medic, but I imagine that your bandages will need to be changed daily, even the ones underneath your robe. I imagine that if I were to change them before you went to sleep every night, that would be equivalent to a day." Sebastian lowered Grell's sleeve but continued to hold his hand, he lifted his eyes from Grell's bandaged appendage and looked into his eyes. "I do not believe that I ever apologised for endangering you, only for not securing you sooner. I should have taken you back to the Ministry that night. I apologise profoundly and with sincerity."
Sebastian brushed a lock of curled hair behind Grell's ear; he looked more effeminate than Sebastian had seen him since the night of the play when he had worn a dress. Sebastian let go of Grell's slender hand and lifted the trey from the floor where he had left it. He set it on the cart and began to pour Grell a cup of tea. "Do you drink tea, Grell? I previously made Earl Grey." Sebastian had the teacup clasped in both hands, as he turned away from the cart with his most pleasant smile. "I am not sure that you need it, you are so high-strung, but it is a morning ritual in this house for the young master and guests. Do you like sugar and cream, or would you prefer black?"
Grell listened carefully to Sebastian's response to Mey-Rin's question; it was fascinating how he managed to sound it so convincingly - without lies. Grell wasn't sure if he would have been able to say it any better. Sebastian fed him the last ration of his breakfast right as he finished speaking – afterwards wiping his mouth with a napkin. If Grell's right wrist hadn't been broken, he would have been able to feed himself, but the shinigami had become quite helpless after the incident with that demon - who seemed to have extreme hatred towards anything anthropic. Sebastian took hold of Grell's bad hand, lifting up his sleeve to examine his cast. Grell watched him as he ran his long fingers across the cast, testing its firmness. As he was doing this he explained to Grell that the bandages would need to be changed regularly and that the best time might be before he slept.
It sounded reasonable, but the true meaning was that Sebastian was going to come into his room at night and strip him to near nudity, in order to remove and replace his bandages. Mey-Rin must have noticed this too, as she was blushing. Grell blushed intensely as he realised that Sebastian had already done this last night while he had been sleeping. The shinigami looked away from Sebastian - out of embarrassment, but the demon mysteriously managed to look into his eyes as he spoke again. Sebastian was still holding his hand, as he tucked one of Grell's curls behind his ear. Grell felt himself tremble slightly at the contact, Sebastian was melting him! How did the demon manage to affect him so much?
Suddenly, Sebastian released his hand. Grell looked back at him curiously to see what he was going to do next. The demon lifted the trey off the floor where he had left it, pouring a cup of tea. Sebastian had the teacup held in both of his hands, probably to secure that he didn't drop it, as he asked how Grell would like his tea. Grell was quite fond of bitter, salty, or mild provisions, but when it came to tea or coffee – it had to be sweet. Though the shinigami did enjoy sweet things as well, sometimes he would have random cravings where he just had to have something sweet. He remembered complaining to William about it a few times before, and he said he was "going through a phase of mental confusion" – what he meant by that, Grell would never know. He also remembered taking William's coffee mug once, it was his first time trying coffee and since William drank it every morning he was curious what was so special about it. But it had been so unbelievably black that black coffee had been ruined for him every since.
"Thanks, I'd prefer it sweetish." Grell smiled – kind of awkwardly. It was strange (now that he thought about it again) the way Sebastian was treating him; it felt odd being served, because Grell was used to doing everything himself. The shinigami brought his left fingertips to his lips, his smile fading as his mouth parted slightly, feeling the glossy balm make contact with his skin. He had just confirmed an order to Sebastian, Sebastian was serving him; it was weird but wonderful…
Mey-Rin was envious of Grell; Sebastian was showing such affection for him! (At least it appeared that way.) She wished that he would feed her, and hold her hand, even gaze at her the way he did to Grell. But she was just a mere maid, a terrible one at that. Even if she wasn't receiving the attention, it was quite entertaining to watch Sebastian give it to Grell, it pleased her strange mind. She watched secretly as she twiddled her fingers, sitting cautiously in case Sebastian ordered her to do something.