[ The touch makes him flinch unconsciously, which makes his frown deepen momentarily as well. He hates this place. For many reasons, but the way it seems to dig at old wounds is particularly hateful. At least the way Peko chooses to approach the situation is a good one for Ciel. He takes a deep breath as he neatly folds her necktie, though it's just a nervously gesture more than anything. ]
Right...
[ Right, he says. This is beneath him, because he's the Earl of Phantomhive, and that's the mantra he's repeated to himself ever since he took the bloody ring. Ciel takes a deep breath as if to steady himself, then stands. His expression is composed and regal, but at the same time, he never so much as glances back towards the teacup. ]
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Right...
[ Right, he says. This is beneath him, because he's the Earl of Phantomhive, and that's the mantra he's repeated to himself ever since he took the bloody ring. Ciel takes a deep breath as if to steady himself, then stands. His expression is composed and regal, but at the same time, he never so much as glances back towards the teacup. ]
Of course.