[Ciel showed no reaction to Sebastian's movement, though he must have felt the way he was looking at him, known just how much it was burning him not to know what was going on inside of his head.

Ciel set down his glass long enough to reach out and undo the parcel enough to see the pattern and make of the set. It was quite a nice one, more the style he was used to, and the faint scent of the tea leaves was familiar. He drew one of the cups out of the wrappings, running a thumb along its edge. He might have been watching aimlessly out a window for all he reacted.]

Thank you. It's lovely.

Sebastian, please fix some of this for us. Mr. Springfield could use something hot before the journey home.

[Turning to the side, Ciel gently held out the teacup for him to take.]