look, he offered to bring him a stuffed animal and got rejected, what else can seb want from him?
[Or maybe he'd be subjected to more whining, something about how Grell is violating his Phantomhive chastity or other.
Look, it's not his fault if kitchen paraphernalia are just unnaturally attracted to his charming personality, okay? Plus, if they didn't want to be tossed everywhere, they should've learned to get out of his way.
All he's saying is, Sebastian's kitchen may now possibly be declared a national disaster zone, and he better not be planning to spice up anything for awhile.
He approaches the bed with some distaste, doubly glad now that he grabbed the pair of tongs he found hanging on a wall ring. If Sebastian thinks he's going to be grabbing that handkerchief with his bare hands, he's a idiot.]
Here. [Thrusts the glass of death at Sebastian, along a pack of (cocaine?) lozenges.] It's still warm so it should go down easy. [Just...extremely bitter but Sebastian will find that out for himself soon enough.]