[Ciel stays rooted to the spot, the whole vision of Sebastian Not Being Perfect so incongruous with everything he's known about the butler that he just. doesn't know how to proceed? Even when cracks of grace light had raced through Sebastian's being, he'd stubbornly remained strong, or at least strong to Ciel's eyes, so to see him laid low like this...]
You dropped my clothes. On the floor.
[Because that's clearly the most important thing at hand here.]