[The hand doesn't fall back onto the covers, Ciel seizing it after it brushed across his cheek instead. He squeezes Sebastian's wrist in bitter warning, his words answering Ciel's question and yet not giving him any concrete information at all.
"Such a desperate, twisted despair"? Who wouldn't be feeling that, after a month of the most depraved torture being visited on them? After suffering the type of complete loss he has, and watching as his captives attempted to take even more, to dare and offer his soul for their petty gain. Is Sebastian inferring that his taste in souls leans more towards the desperate, downtrodden and abused? Or is he saying something else about the darkness that was already inherent in Ciel's soul?]
That tells me nothing. Desperate and twisted despair...did the other children not possess the same? We were all tortured equally [lie] and were desperate to get out. What makes me any different?