Sebastian did not react when Grell took his leg in his arm, or even when the shinigami began to nuzzle him with his face; he ignored his actions but not his words. He listened to them carefully, deciding whether or not he sounded as if he were telling the truth. He wasn't certain, Grell didn't sound as though he was lying, but Grell was a talented actor. (Or he was, when he wasn't distracted by attractive men, for example when he played Ophelia in Hamlet). Sebastian let out a sigh as he put away the last book. If what Grell said was true than he had more time than he needed to put these books away. He was about to ask Grell to remove himself from his leg, but he had before he said so, as if he had read his mind.
The shinigami seemed very excited to present Sebastian with the gloves he had worn last night, he seemed to expect praise for returning them, this made Sebastian smile deviously. He decided that he would believe that Grell had not made this mess, with his acceptance his bad mood seemed to dissipate. "I had forgotten I left those behind, I have many pairs that are almost identical." Sebastian took the gloves from Grell, and tucked them into a pocket inside his coat, before looking over Grell. The resemblance to a dog was extraordinary, he had returned a stick to his master and now sat impatiently, wagging his tail and expecting a pat on the head and a treat. Sebastian decided he would give that to him. He reached out a hand gave Grell a pat on the head, giving a little more, petting his long hair.
Sebastian sat down, becoming more comfortable, and reached for the book that Grell had been holding earlier. He read the title and flipped through the pages without looking. "The young master hasn't acknowledged this book once in the four years that I have been working here." He glanced out the window at the bright, early-morning sun and what remained of the snow. "I imagine that the young master doesn't know that this is here, or would want it if he knew, he does dislike anything childish. He wants so badly to be an adult, but he doesn't realise that some adults enjoy childish things too." Sebastian looked at Grell, the smile from before still on his face, "You are a good example, Grell, but it may be inappropriate to call you an adult. I don't think that you grew with your body or matured in your years as a shinigami."
Sebastian looked at the book again; Ciel was quite pitiable, if as a human he couldn't enjoy a book of simple stories. "You can have this, Grell; I think you will make better use of it." Sebastian handed the book to the shinigami, and from his coat pocket removed the same thermometer from before, he shook it impatiently and forced it into Grell's mouth while he was concerned with his present. The book of fairy tales was the first actual present Sebastian had given to Grell, he had only returned the doll and mirror, but he felt as if this had been his third present. It was a strange feeling and he wasn't sure if he liked it. "I think that your fever is gone, but I cannot be certain until I have checked." The demon added to take his mind off of that subject.
When the demon removed it from the shinigami's mouth, it read an average temperature; it was a little below average actually because the room was cold without the heat from the fire that was usually lit. Sebastian took Grell's Madame Missy doll and stood to his feet, he let down a hand for Grell, which he took and used to stand beside Sebastian. "I am going to escort you back to your bedroom; you shouldn't have left without my permission, you are not the young master's guest but mine." Sebastian knew that Grell could walk without help now, as he had reached the library without difficulty, so he didn't guide Grell by his arm but walked beside him. It was chilly, once again, but Sebastian did not give Grell his coat as they were close to Grell's room. They entered and Sebastian had Grell remain standing. The demon looked him over and informed him, "Grell, I do not want you to leave this room in that robe again. If the young master, his guests, or the servants were to see you in that robe it would be embarrassing for everyone involved. If you do want to leave this room, I want you to wear what I provided you your first night here."
Once Sebastian had explained that to Grell, he had him sit down on the bed again, Sebastian sat down beside him. The demon turned to look at the shinigami with a neutral but beautiful expression on his face. "If you would like that, I would help you change, as it may be difficult with your wrist broken." Before Grell could answer though, the door opened and Bard came in with a cart. "Valued guest, I have brought you your breakfast, which I have especially prepared for you as the chef of the Phantomhive manor!" Sebastian watched wearily as Bard removed the lid from the breakfast he had made, to reveal a meal that may have been appealing if Bard hadn't burned it in several places. He laughed, proud of himself, and the cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth. Sebastian quickly stood up to solve the problem. "Thank you, Bard, but I don't think that your meal is appropriate for our guest." He approached the cart with caution, and looked closely at what Bard had made. "How many times have I told you not to smoke while you're cooking? It gets ash in the food." Bard opened his mouth to argue, but Sebastian reached out swiftly and took the cigarette from his mouth, which distracted Bard from speaking. Sebastian smiled pleasantly and apologetically at Grell, "I apologise, our chef is still learning to cook, I will take this away and prepare you something as quickly as I can." And so Sebastian left, with the cart, and a dejected Bard following.
Grell was left alone on his bed, now that Sebastian and Bard had left. That meal that the chef seemed so proud to present him with had been kind of frightening - remembering it now. But at least Bard had gotten him out of the awkward situation he was in a few moments ago - thinking about Sebastian dressing him, he wasn't so sure. Not only was it Sebastian, the shinigami wasn't familiar with having someone else dress him - Grell worked mostly independently, perhaps it felt a bit out of place for someone to be assisting him. Of course, Sebastian had been assisting him for a while now - and it was becoming a bit more familiar to him. The shinigami kind of liked how it felt, to depend on someone else. He smiled at the memory when Sebastian had praised him; he even gave him the book he was holding now. Grell looked down at it, rubbing his thumb across the hard cover.
He set the book down beside him, picking up his journal instead. The shinigami still had so much he needed to write about, and continuous different things kept on happening that he wanted to add in! Grell made himself comfortable on his stomach next to his Madame Missy doll, before opening his journal, writing in it as carefully as he could with his left hand. Grell wrote for a few minutes before he heard his door open again, he didn't think his breakfast could have possibly been done already, so he looked over there curiously to see who it was.
It was Mey-Rin, holding a large laundry basket full of clean clothes. She seemed to be having some trouble with it though - perhaps it was too heavy for her. The maid stumbled into the room quickly, approaching with the basket.
"G-Good morning, Grell!" The maid sounded a bit nervous, worried that she might drop the load of laundry. "Sir Sebastian told me to check on you, so I -" Mey-Rin was interrupted as she tripped on her boot-lace, screaming as she toppled over - spilling the laundry all over the floor. The maid sighed, sitting up as she began frantically picking up the clothes.
Grell watched Mey-Rin for a few moments before he stood up and seated himself next to her. He helped her pick up the clothes off the floor and place them into the basket; the maid was blushing out of embarrassment as she grabbed a sock nearby.
"Are you all right, Mey-Rin?" The shinigami giggled as she tensed up.
"I-I'm fine! I trip all the time; it doesn't bother me that much anymore." Mey-Rin placed the last clothing piece in the basket, before she stood up with it again. Grell stood up as well, before taking the basket from her with his left arm, the shinigami didn't have much trouble lifting heavy things - having practice swinging a chainsaw around. He set the basket down on the bed, suspecting that was where Mey-Rin had been headed.
"What are you doing with this?" Grell asked curiously, sitting on the bed as he looked into the basket. Mey-Rin sat down next to him, pulling out a shirt - attempting to fold it.
"I'm sorry about the intrusion, this is the servant's laundry, Finny and Bard always dump it on me because I'm the maid." Mey-Rin huffed before continuing. "Sir Sebastian told me that I didn't need to check on you, but folding clothes is so boring, and I thought it would be more fun to chat with you while I did it."
Grell observed how Mey-Rin folded the laundry; it was intriguing how she was a maid, but was folding them incorrectly - it turned out looking more like a lump when she was finished. The shinigami pushed her hand aside, taking the apron she was currently trying to fold away from her, folding it the proper way.
"This is how it's done, Mey-Rin." The shinigami had so many clothes, he always made sure that they were perfectly organized, so folding was an effortless job for him. Grell showed her each step and let her try a few times, she was an awfully slow learner, but she seemed to be getting it somewhat. Grell found this very amusing, he rarely ever taught anyone anything, because usually he was the one who didn't know. The shinigami smiled, as they worked their way through the basket - Grell doing most of the work as he demonstrated for Mey-Rin.
"I think I'm getting it!" The maid seemed thrilled when she actually folded one on her own, but still having trouble making it look nice. Piles were stacking up for each different kind of garment, each individual looking spectacular - due to Grell's talent in folding. As the shinigami reached into the basket for another item to fold, he spotted what looked like a pair of flirtatious panties. Grell giggled evilly and snatched them out of basket, knowing he could embarrass the maid with this. He held it in front of Mey-Rin, stretching it in her face.
"And who is this for, Mey-Rin?" The maid screamed, blushing intensely as she reached out to grab it, but Grell held it out of her reach. "Is it for Sir Sebastian?" The shinigami found this extremely entertaining; as he teased her with it.
"N-No! It's not for anyone!" Mey-Rin tried to grab it back again, but Grell kept it out of her reach.
"Not for anyone yet, I presume?" Finally the maid had reached her limit, as she seized the panties from the shinigami's hand; Grell laughed and let her keep it, as she tucked it in her apron pocket. Even though she was incredibly embarrassed, she was smiling as if it were humorous. Mey-Rin began folding again, still a bit sloppily.
"Don't worry, Mey-Rin, I have some kinky clothes myself." Grell laughed and spoke shamelessly; he understood that even though she didn't have a lover she still felt tempted to buy and wear such things - even if only for herself. The shinigami poked her face, feeling the warmth from her blush against his finger. Mey-Rin giggled slightly, feeling not so embarrassed after Grell's confession.
They both continued to fold the clothes the way they had before, chatting and giggling about subjects mostly relating to "kinky clothes".