[This is a pretty impressive accomplishment, you know, considering how their various shenanigans back home tend to end.
Now, Sebastian had grand plans that involved sitting up on this blasted bed instead of lying on it like some invalid, but the way Ciel almost falls on top of him is enough, today, to have Sebastian flat on his back, and... he just ends up staying that way. He needs a few moments anyway for the world to right itself enough that he can even process what Ciel is saying - stares dazedly up at the ceiling before bringing a hand up to brush over his eyes.]
...And to think I was pondering if adding more fencing lessons to the young master's schedule would improve his strength. It seems that isn't necessary.
[Hah. hahaha. So funny. Insults work better if you can manage to deliver them in a smug way, Sebastian (it just comes out as tired).]