seb's just a terribly difficult patient, it's true. poor ciel, no appreciation for his kindness.
[I'm not so sure we can talk about Phantomhive chastity when Sebastian's go-to solution whenever there's a "I need to gather information from this attractive woman" situation is pretty much /rips shirt open
His reflexes aren't the quickest or most graceful today, but Sebastian manages to accept both the lozenges pack and the glass (using both hands like an amateur) without even spilling any of the content.]
...Thank you.
[Now, anyone with an iota of common sense would ask what exactly, and how much of said what, is in this glass. Especially when it's been concocted by a child. Doubly especially when said child has no clue about modern medication.
Sebastian just unceremoniously chugs it all down. In small, gentlemanly gulps, naturally, but without stopping until he's drained the entire glass and without so much as making a face at the taste... or the little plastic bits.
See, when your master tells you to drink something, a butler's aesthetics demand you drink it, no ifs or buts. He doesn't quite see the point of the lozenges - then again, neither does he see much point to the concoction either - but Ciel brought them, so Sebastian will obediently pop a few in his mouth in a minute (yes, they're cocaine. Look, medical advancement is all well and good, but the household of a British earl must strike a balance between modernity and tradition. Tried and trusted cocaine meds still have a place in their medical cabinet). But first:]
...Young master, that stain is going to set terribly. [Sebastian's priorities, folks. Also grammar.]