[ He can’t deny that Ciel affected him, though it’s something he does loathe to admit. He was just a human, and a child at that, but how much of his personality now had been shifted by that little brat? He had served many masters, but somehow, few played as good of a game as him. It’s why he was so deeply furious to have had him slip between his fingers. It wasn’t just the work put into cultivating Ciel. It was also the fact that he truly believed that boy was different, delectable in a way that he had never seen. It’s what had also made him wait, because gobbling up such a delicacy immediately had seemed gauche.

He laughs harshly, partially at that painful thought, and partially at Set’s continued words. Sebastian’s mouth is filled with inhuman teeth instead of most of them being human now. Maybe he’s losing control of his human appearance in having such intense feelings that he’s not prone to, or maybe he’s considering ripping out Set’s throat. Maybe both. Regardless, the grimace twists into a cruel smile as he digs his claws in deeper to the first knuckle. He can feel the separation of muscle, and he cuts into them to make them snap. ]

No obvious weaknesses, is it? So, none of those little mortals you favor? That sickeningly dishonest priestess of yours?

[ He’s lashing out and it’s obvious. Set is prodding at sore spots with his words, and obviously, he’d try and do the same. Yet, it doesn’t carry the weight of a threat towards these people—he’s only pointing out something he sees in return out of spite. But doesn’t that mean that he sees some truth in what he’s saying? ]

Silco is not the one that did it. [ He’s certain of that now ] So, will you accept it when I tear the Shard from one of your dear Meri as payment for what I am owed?