[ Not even tea? He’s surprised, and it shows briefly, but that quickly gives way to a look of thoughtful concentration. That means picking something quite excellent for a first cup, in his opinion, but there are so many options for that… He’s tempted to quiz her and get a sense of her palate to make as excellent of a suggestion as a sommelier might for wine, but the questions at least stop him from going that far.
(She really has been isolated down here, hasn’t she?)
There’s another swirl of dark shadow into his hand where a small tin appears this time. With a gentle laugh to her apologies, he begins on the preparations. ]
Oh, it is no trouble. Why, were our situations reversed, I am certain that I would be asking as many questions, if not more. It is a curious thing, after all.
[ The tea preparation is meticulous, at least how he undertakes it, but that’s second nature now, thanks to Ciel’s particular tastes. Even with the complicated, elegant process, he answers smoothly as if it weren’t difficult at all. ]
Well, roughly in order, then. I am a demon.
[ And though he has some expectations that this isn’t a problem for her, he does look at her briefly to measure the reaction all the same. “Demon” was a rather loaded thing to be with many preconceptions. Not unfair ones, entirely, but still. It’s good to know where it lies. ]
And getting here was not terribly difficult as a result. Part of my work involves being summoned between my realm and the mortal realm, so I have some familiarity with the veil between them, to use a metaphor. I sensed a shimmer of weakness, so… If there were ever a time to attempt to find you, that seemed to be it. The shimmer itself, I cannot explain, for I do not know what caused it, but I am grateful for it. That, and good fortune, since it did not seem impossible that I might end up somewhere unintended.
[ His eyes are back down on the tea for the last question. He’s carefully, precisely measuring out the tea into the strainer, but it might come off as genteel bashfulness with the little smile he wears. ]
…And for the last. I would dare to hope so, though I would not presume your heart.
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(She really has been isolated down here, hasn’t she?)
There’s another swirl of dark shadow into his hand where a small tin appears this time. With a gentle laugh to her apologies, he begins on the preparations. ]
Oh, it is no trouble. Why, were our situations reversed, I am certain that I would be asking as many questions, if not more. It is a curious thing, after all.
[ The tea preparation is meticulous, at least how he undertakes it, but that’s second nature now, thanks to Ciel’s particular tastes. Even with the complicated, elegant process, he answers smoothly as if it weren’t difficult at all. ]
Well, roughly in order, then. I am a demon.
[ And though he has some expectations that this isn’t a problem for her, he does look at her briefly to measure the reaction all the same. “Demon” was a rather loaded thing to be with many preconceptions. Not unfair ones, entirely, but still. It’s good to know where it lies. ]
And getting here was not terribly difficult as a result. Part of my work involves being summoned between my realm and the mortal realm, so I have some familiarity with the veil between them, to use a metaphor. I sensed a shimmer of weakness, so… If there were ever a time to attempt to find you, that seemed to be it. The shimmer itself, I cannot explain, for I do not know what caused it, but I am grateful for it. That, and good fortune, since it did not seem impossible that I might end up somewhere unintended.
[ His eyes are back down on the tea for the last question. He’s carefully, precisely measuring out the tea into the strainer, but it might come off as genteel bashfulness with the little smile he wears. ]
…And for the last. I would dare to hope so, though I would not presume your heart.