Sebastian was at the Undertaker's, toasting his success. It wasn't every day that a butler could live through an attempted murder, single-handedly stop a murderer, frame an innocent man, get away with it, and come out scot-free with not even the slightest trace of suspicion on his good character. Plus his wife seemed to tolerate him more, which was definitely an added bonus. She was much more smiley now. It was quite the improvement.

He was rather tempted to get roaring drunk, and was about halfway to obtaining this goal when the Undertaker said something that made him reconsider things.

"Good job," he said, smiling at him. "Nice work—in all things."

"Yes, thank you; it was nice work, wasn't it?"

"And nobody suspects you?"

"Not at all. Everything is just perfect."

"And it's so nice about Miss Black and all."

"Right."

"She wasn't upset?"

"Not at all."

"She's so understanding!"

"Yes, it's hard to find a nice lady…"

"Especially a human one."

"Naturally. Pardon the expression, but I do believe I've 'hit the jackpot' with this one." The wine was making him a bit more agreeable than usual; he smiled upon thinking of his wife.

"She's definitely a winner."

"Far better than that."

"And she really wasn't upset?"

"Well, she was a bit odd about it at first, but she calmed down quickly."

"Another woman's reaction might have been a bit stronger."

"She can be pretty collected if need be."

"I mean, I know that I would be pretty upset if I learned that I was married to a demon!"

Sebastian paused from pouring himself another glass.

"…Say that again?"

"I said that I would be upset if I knew that I was married to a demon."

"Oh. Is that what we were talking about?"

"Naturally. What did you think?"

"I thought that we were discussing her reaction upon realizing that I was alive after appearing to be dead."

The Undertaker looked at him.

"…You mean you haven't told her yet?"

Sebastian finished pouring out his glass.

"…No."

"Are you going to?"

"…Yes."

"When?"

"…Soon?"

"I don't like all these hesitations," the Undertaker said sternly. "The girl deserves to know."

"But if I tell her, maybe she won't be as affable to me." He stared up at the ceiling. "You know how long it took us to get this far? Before she wouldn't even look at me; she spoke to me as if I was the worst evil this world has ever known. Now she smiles at me every other day or so. This is vast improvement, and now you want to get rid of it all?"

"The best relationships are founded on honesty."

"That's cute. Where did you get that from? My father?"

"No, his proverbs mostly revolve around food and sex."

"Too true," Sebastian said and drank his wine, thankful that the topic had been changed. But the Undertaker just came back to it.

"Now, about Eleanora…"

"What about Eleanora?"

"When are you going to tell her?"

"Why do I have to tell her? She's happy without knowing."

"But eventually she's going to find out."

Sebastian scoffed.

"Sure she will. Just like all the other humans who have met me."

"I'm serious. She's a clever thing; either she's going to figure it out herself or someone is going to tell her. And believe me, she'll be a lot more upset if she learns from someone else than from you."

"Undertaker, the likelihood of any of that actually happening…"

"But it could happen."

"The fact that it could happen doesn't mean that it will."

"Need I remind you," the Undertaker said icily, "that it takes six months to plan a wedding?"

Sebastian paused again and then stuck the tip of his little finger into his mouth.

"How long have you been married? Five months at least."

"Seven this coming month," Sebastian murmured.

"Precisely. Unless you keep on making excuses—good excuses—then by the end of this month she's going to know. And by that time, it'll be too late for you to save yourself, and hell hath no fury like a woman who doesn't know something which she has then just learned."

Sebastian rose up and began pacing the room.

"Undertaker," he said, "what am I going to do?"

"You're going to go home and you're going to tell her," the Undertaker said. "Here, I'll give you a bottle for the road, just so that you can keep your courage up…"

"But I can't just tell her! This isn't like saying you're out of sugar! You can't just go up to your wife and say, 'oh by the way honey, I'm a demon.' Can't you imagine what she'll do to me?"

"No," the Undertaker said and started giggling.

"What's so funny?" Sebastian said coldly.

"Nothing," he said and continued laughing into his wine glass. "Do you really call her 'honey?'"

"Nobody can call Eleanora 'honey' and live."

"Because I think that that would be rather cute."

"We are not here to discuss if Eleanora and I are a cute couple or not! What am I going to do? You're right; it takes six months to plan a wedding and we're already into our seventh month…" His pacing grew faster as he continued chewing on his little finger.

"Just go home and tell her. That's the best advice I can give you."

Sebastian gave him a sad, puppy look.

"'Just tell her?'"

"Just tell her."

"There's no other option?"

"None."

"Really?"

"You have no choice, Sebastian."

"Fine, I'll tell her," he sighed and brought out his watch. "I shall tell her a year from today."

"What was that?"

"I said that I'll tell her a year from today."

"All I'm hearing is, 'I'll tell her mumble mumble today,'" the Undertaker said, "and I've been around the unholy long enough to know that they are masters of loopholes. So you'll go home and tell her today."

"Next month."

"Tomorrow."

"Next week."

"A week from today."

"If I must," Sebastian sighed and they shook hands.

"Leaving already?" the Undertaker said. "Have another drink before you go?"

"I've lost the stomach for it," Sebastian said and left.