[There's the tiniest, tiniest twitch of his eyebrow at the sheer horror of that mental image. Note to self: never ever so much as breathe that out loud again.
Thankfully, however, he just gives her a curt nod before trotting off (like the good, obedient big bad demon he is). Sebastian's productivity levels go up at least 20% when he's irritated because murderous urges must be channeled somewhere, and so he's done with the lists about seven and a half minute later. But he did say ten, meaning he spends the remaining time inspecting one of the nearby corridors before heading back to the reception.
SIGH.] We shall have to replace three curtains in the leftmost hallway, for starters. ["Hi again."] I hope returning the animal was no trouble?