[As if to punctuate the necessity of new clothes, Ciel sneezes again, this time rubbing his fingers across his nose and grimacing at the disgusting sensation of runny nose on ungloved hands.
Disgusting.
The door clicks closed behind him, and he unbuttons and discards the rest of his top attire on the floor, bare from the waist up and making his way over to Sebastian. Drawing even with the demon, he looks down at Sebastian with dispassionate eyes as he turns on the tap in the kitchen sink to wash his arms and hands.]
Have you decided to take a vacation then? Shirk your duties in the pursuit of kitten wrangling?