[*and by breath, I mean breathe. Ah, the joys of the English language.
Ciel struggles for exactly two seconds before giving in and just plopping his forehead against Sebastian's jawline, after tugging the scarf up of course. He exhales slowly after his coughing fit lets up, enjoying the warm sensation spreading over his face as the material catches his warmth.
Is that a hint of lavender in his scarf? Why Sebastian, you shouldn't have. It does seem to help his breathing though, so he just smiles into the material instead of poking fun at Sebastian's housekeeping ways.
Considering he's such a big, bad vampire and all.]
The people here aren't very forthcoming [he muffles through his scarf.]