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[Sebastian doesn't respond right away: he's busy holding onto the counter for dear life, letting out a low, uncharacteristic moan that he quickly cuts short. Everything is spinning and he ducks his head in an attempt to get himself sorted out.
Why is he doing this indeed. He could probably come up with some clever evasion if he could only think properly. Dear heavens, but he's never felt so humiliated in his life. Dying was preferable to this.]