[ Sebastian is doing all that he can to mask his demonic aura, but being this mutilated is making the normally simple task significantly harder. His aura is bleeding out with his blood, and his biggest concern right now is preventing this. He can't afford to let his identity slip, especially in such a weakened state. He's having trouble, however, and Raistlin can surely feel the sporadic bursts exuding from his body in varying degrees of severity. ]
I apologize Mister Majere. Or would you prefer I call you Raistlin. In any case I was simply doing as my Master had instructed. I hadn't meant to offend you, ...I just can't afford to tarnish his reputation any further. My being here is enough to put a blemish on his otherwise respectable name. [ He lowers his head, stare returning to the tea as Raistlin speaks. ] ...again, I thank you. I feel a bit better already.
[ Lips purse into a smirk. ] It comes from being one hell of a butler. [ Stifles a bit of laughter. ] ...you've a point. I could do with a bit more fixing, but worry not, ...I'll repay my debt. [ Come hell or high water. ]