[Ah, yes. Tea. Ciel takes the cup and relaxes back, that lovely little look still crossing lovely features. He's feeling rather elated, considering his current state.]

Oh. Nothing. [Lies. He wouldn't have that face otherwise.] A small mistake on my behalf I planned on correcting. I had forgotten to mention...

[His next words are spoken rather quietly; however, Ciel knows his demon's ears will pick it up.]

Our dear footman knows. He's seen your lovely little mark on me. And knows your true form.

[HAVE A BOMBSHELL. ♥]