[Was that a subtle jibe at Ciel's lack of growing height? Ciel fry squints at Sebastian, wondering if it's worth arguing about this place's apparent disregard for puberty. They're stuck here, all right? Apparently his height is stuck too.
In the end, the growing puddle of blood under Sebastian makes the decision for him.]
Use the stool. No need to ruin my upholstery. [He disappears for a moment, knowing from his aunt that any medical procedure requires a thorough washing of one's hands. Not that Sebastian normally catches anything, but with how unusual his wounds are acting, it's better to be safe than sorry.
Ciel's already done his punishment in the kitchen. No need for a repeat.
He's back in a jiffy, sleeves rolled up, jacket discarded, 'let's do this' face a go.]