[Sebastian does nothing as Ciel moves away from him and rises up against the tree, doesn't so much as flinch when the gun is pointed straight at him. All he does is stare, eyes cold and indifferent.]
Money? I have no use for that. [And then he advanced, slowly, unhurriedly, still never taking his eyes off Ciel. Ciel, not the gun. He doesn't even spare it a glance.]
Can you even use that? [Oh, he knows Ciel, his Ciel, knows how to shoot a gun. That isn't what he's asking. Go on, shoot him, if you dare.]