Sebastian nodded and bowed. “There is nothing scheduled for tomorrow. You are free to do what you please.” He mentioned, smiling politely at the boy.
Ciel eyed the man thoughtfully, thin lips pursing against the rim of the teacup on his mouth. Sighing, softly and through his nose, the earl shifted to sit up more properly, setting the tea aside and staring at the floor.
“Very well then, be prepared to wake me early. For now, I think I will rest here. It is not yet late enough to sleep.” He fidgeted unconsciously, a sign that he was still a child and that he was worn out. Yet he sat straight and proper like an adult, blue eye focusing on his butler and staying there. “Fetch me a book. I don’t care what.”
The demon nodded and went to fetch a good book for his Master to read. His eyes skimmed the bookshelf, taking the first book that caught his attention. Pleased, he returned to his Master’s side and handed him the book.
“Will that be all?” Sebastian asked, tilting his head and staring intently at the young Lord. He could tell his exhaustion, though his pride would never let him admit how tired he was. Perhaps if the demon stayed a little longer, then Ciel would want to go to sleep.