[It takes a second before Sebastian answers. He uses that second to fold his arms neatly behind his back, not turning back towards Amenadiel just yet.]
Oh, no, [he finally says, voice dripping with that calm, understated sarcasm of his,] obviously not.
[It's just that the area on which the mistletoe's magic works apparently has expanded since last time (Sebastian doesn't make such elementary mistakes as accidentally overstepping, after all). That's fine. Damned, infernal world with its damned, infernal magic...]