[As if anyone's surprised that there are people around who would like to wring Sebastian's neck. Stop being smugly perfect and the homicidal urges might fall in frequency.
Of course. Ciel's still unsure what to think of those running around claiming to be Gods and seraphs. They've acted like no literature has described them before, their mannerisms much more human than he would have thought. It certainly gives new thought to "in his image".
Ciel hand-chin thinky faces in Sebastian's direction.]
I doubt it would be easy to keep it from them, if any of the others know. Not that I don't trust the discretion of some of your connections [still has no idea that Sebastian has real frands! or a frand at least] but a simple slip of the tongue may just as well happen.
[Which means they can't ask for help.]
And there's the matter of your other employments. I'll have to send a missive to each place and inform them that I'm retaining your services for the next several days. I have first dibs entitlement to your time, they'll just have to carry on without you. [Irritated frown at Sebastian.] What are we at? Eight? Nine? Do you want them to question whether you're human or not?