Sebastian's shoulders twitched, the movement as close as he usually got to a shrug. "First, accept that it is true. Then, do whatever you like. Get a job, try to go home, look for your friends or family."
He was still looking for Ciel and the little brat of a demon was nowhere to be found, which Sebastian honestly didn't mind very much. Then again, humans tended to be much more attached to their partners.
"The year is 1964, although I suspect that may not help you." Not if the man was from outer space and kept talking like Sebastian was a liar or a figment of his imagination. "My name is Sebastian," he said, pressing his right hand over his heart. "I frequently travel in the city, so if you are looking for others, I may be able to help you."