"You thought that I wouldn't?" Ciel knows their game too well not to recognize that statement for what it had really been. A compliment on the surface, yes, but true compliments from Sebastian are rare--it's for more likely to be a cleverly disguised barb. He frowns--a warning for Sebastian not to push his luck. Of course he'd done well; Sebastian knows how resourceful he is, at the very least. He's gotten much better with his own clothes, even--though he may still need some adjustments here and there. It's nigh unheard of for a lord to dress himself, but Ciel has been managing it--and will continue to do so, with his former trust in Sebastian rendered so unstable.

And as much as he might wish to deny it all together, there is an empty place in him where that trust once was. What was once a bond solid as steel feels hollow. It's uncomfortable and cold. "Do not think that this incident will be merely swept under the rug. I want to know precisely what happened that night. Spare me no details."