You can keep your extra lessons for yourself. The way you are now, even a kitten could slay you. [Speaking of kitten, it couldn't have been a lure, could it? Maybe someone used it as a poison transmitter? But isn't Sebastian immune to that type of sabotage?]
[Disgruntled and still panting.] You don't even eat, why do you weigh so much? [What is he even made of? Dark souls? Evil intent? Smug bastardness? Either way, Ciel thinks it weighs way more than it should, Sebastian's lucky he didn't drop him on his behind. As it is, his hair's a ruffled mess and Sebastian's arm rubbing against the string back has made his eye-patch askew, now hanging higher than normal.
So much fail, Sebastian, for causing your master to look like this.
Once his breathing calms a little, Ciel's presses a hand to the side of Sebastian's neck, pausing only for a moment before making contact and confirming his suspicion about Sebastian's unusual heat. He frowns.] You're burning up.