A pout spread across her lips at the demon’s words, only worsening at the little sound of delight that came with his voice. “Damn and here I thought you might’ve finally gone and devoured the little brat instead.”
"Ah-ah,“ Sebastian chided, finger waving slightly at Grell. "One mustn’t make such assumptions.” He was enjoying taunting the reaper, so of course he’d lay it on thicker—an expression that was more smug, a tone that was lighter. Call it his ’goodbye’ gift to her.
vision was much too shy to even be directed towards his frame. that alone caused her to be hesitant to even allow a soundto emit from her being. regardless, an inhale swelled her chest, words providing a rather huffy exhale in her tone.
❛ er, uh — excuse me? ❜
the butler tilts his head, chin tucking downward so that he might get a better glimpse of the one asking for his attention. a quizzical brow raises as a smile twitches at his lips. he is to be on his best butler behaviour after all, even if he’s unsure of the girl.
“… What is it you’re on about, child?” A brow hangs high, a judgmental gaze resting upon the demon in guise.
"I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot,” Sebastian finishes. He then gives the other a look. "Guy Fawkes Night—it’s a rather large tradition in England.“
“Are you certain darling~? I could’ve sworn I heard the sound of a compliment somewhere in there, or perhaps that was just your heart pumping out such beautiful blood~.”
