[Of course, Sebastian, his trusted butler, is right by his side.] My, what a feminine sneeze you have, milord.
But, my, my, Young Master, are you feeling unwell? [If Ciel were to look at his butler, he would see quite a smug look. Clearly, the demon was amused by the sneeze.]
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But, my, my, Young Master, are you feeling unwell? [If Ciel were to look at his butler, he would see quite a smug look. Clearly, the demon was amused by the sneeze.]