[Ciel nods, conceding the logic in that. He has vague recollections of the Pureblood who'd made a mockery of his family and isn't sure he'll be able to identify them right away, but he's had more than enough practice at noticing strange mannerisms from vampires masquerading as human.
Sebastian isn't as subtle as he thinks he is. Completely lifting a couch off the floor, one handedly, while sweeping underneath? Really, Sebastian?]
And of course, I'll keep an eye out for anyone with a permanently affixed look of smugness on their face. [Teases, until Sebastian oh so happens to walk by an open storefront, the delicious scent of freshly baked sweets wafting out at them. Ciel turns his head, scarf cover forgotten and dropped, keeping the store in view as Sebastian walks past. The inn's food is passable, surely, but what on earth is that delicious smell? Ciel's mouth waters even as he practically hangs over Sebastian's back, both forearms planted on his shoulder blade.
Sorry, Sebastian, you've lost him for the rest of this conversation.]