[Absolutely not, because Ciel's now rubbing his gloved hands all over his face, and kitty hair is like an infestation of glitter. It's everywhere and shall never be swiped clean again.
So sneeze. And sneeze. And a-sneeze-sneeze-a-sneeze, and Ciel throws his hand out, accusing finger pointed at said fluffball while the other hand covers his nose, unknowingly spreading more pet dander. He's starting to feel a little light-headed which. Uh oh. Not good.]
Sub-sub-bahs-deon. Ghe-get dat munsder away from me!
*Seb-sebastian. Get that monster away from me! for those who can't read sneezese.