[As if Ciel's going to ever give Sebastian anything he wants, memory intact or no.]
How considerate of you. [That's a pathetic shade of his former "don't you want to slap the smugness off this face" smirk. Is he being serious? Is that a compliment, or a mark of sarcastic humour? Who knows.]
It's not just that. Even breakfast tastes a bit sharper. More vibrant somehow. [Puts his teacup down with barely a clink. Speaking of vibrant...] It's been awhile since we've stretched my artistic talents.