[/THINKS ABOUT HOW MUCH HE FAILS as he hangs off Chloe and instinctively takes support with his free hand against her shoulder. What an unbelievable disgrace to demon butlerdom Sebastian is when he can't even fight off a magical sickness literally no one else can fight off. Pathetic.]
[He's so busy hating everything that for some ten seconds or so he says nothing and doesn't try to move (and thankfully makes no attempt to push Chloe away). ...Either that, or he's busy trying to banish the dancing spots of light away from the corners of his vision. The end result, either way, is that Chloe is spared further nonsense for those ten or so seconds. Eventually he croaks out:]
...It is only a play at influenza. [At least that was Ciel's diagnosis last time. Influenza, magically induced or not, should not render a demon so utterly useless.
Don't ask who he's trying to convince or bargain with.]