[Well, Ciel's bored with that method of payback now, so he'll just plonk both bowl and spoon onto the table. He's even kind enough to wait until Sebastian swallows before speaking.]
This isn't working. I don't know how long you'll be sick for, and I can't be expected to...navigate the kitchen for the next several days. [The hotel might not be standing by that point.] I'm hungry and [glances down at his shirt, pinching it between two fingers and dragging it away from his torso] dirty.