[Here's someone who looks like he's closer to whining: with a sigh, Sebastian picks up his own curious shoulder baby dragon by the scruff of its neck, shooing it (for the third fruitless time) in the general direction of the Happy Hungry Bunch. Go to someone who will appreciate your claws on their nice clothes, what ever makes anyone think Sebastian would care for a nuisance like that?]
I am busy and will not feed you. [Ciel's cave won't cozy-fy itself.]