[Sebastian smiles in a way that probably looks apologetic and slightly annoyed at the same time.]
I apologise for the unorthodoxy. There is no use in wringing its neck, you see. [It didn't die from it. He shrugs, lightly.] Each of these creatures are seemingly set to "match" every individual here, or something similarly trite.
["It's 'me' so it's harmless to the young master"? Something like that.]
Ah, but as for your personal quarters... Once you are feeling better I shall give you a tour.