2. mouths
Sebastian lay on his bed, still tied up, absolutely stunned. He looked at the boy standing next to him, licking his fingers in a way that reminded Sebastian of just what those fingers had been doing to need licking.
'Hmm, I promised you something to eat but I seem to be the only one nibbling.' Sebastian glanced at his master and felt something in him react almost immediately. If his hands weren't tied that child would be in the same position he was now. That blasted little brat was making a fool of him and he was powerless to resist, it was maddening.
'Sebastian, do you know why you are tied up today? I told you why we were staying in bed but I didn't explain why you were being treated in such a manner did I? Shall I tell?
'It's because you underestimate me.
'You look at me and see a child, and you forget that I am also a Phantomhive. We are taught to tie ropes and use knives when other kids are taught to count. Want to know what else we are taught to use? Our mouths.' that smirk, Sebastian suspected that it put his to shame; it also told the demon exactly what was coming next. Damn him, damn this brat and the humiliation he was putting him through.
'You see Sebastian a Phantomhive has to be able to talk his way out of all sorts of uncomfortable situations. When all else fails, talk your way out of it. I guess you could say we are all very skilled with our tongues. I would tell you to take my word for it but you taught me lessons without demonstrations have no meaning.'
And with that his Master demonstrated just how talented his tongue was, over and over again.