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        _{“—… are you now.”}

         _{Such interesting words from the young human. Sebastian certainly did not expect them but perhaps he should have. After all, Ciel was a proud young thing and Sebastian supposed he could not truly be surprised that the choice of words he’d used, deliberately so, had struck the exposed nerves that those dark claws had aimed for.} 

          _{“A wager, then? Tell me your terms, young master, and I think we can come to an accord over it.”}

           _{Making a bet upon Ciel’s capabilities would be interesting, especially to see on whether or not the young boy would be able to fend for himself. But it would be enjoyable either way watching the struggle that would take place, be it successful (which the crow demon highly doubted) or not.}

The corner of Ciel’s mouth continued to be upturned slightly with that complacent smirk as Sebastian agreed to a wager. It was sort of like a game, and he knew that he’d win. He tilted his head to the side a little as he tapped his cheek in thought. What would be a good punishment for Sebastian once he one? It really had to be something juicy. Something that Sebastian would loathe.

“Let’s say, you make me a list of all the things you do for me in the mornings, and I’ll do them myself, like any commoner without a butler would. Remember to keep it within human limitations or else it’s unfair. Then, I’ll go all the whole day just taking care of myself, and once you see that I’ve succeeded I’ll get what I desire from this wager.” The young Earl paused for a moment, that smirk widening all the while.

“Once I win, we’re going to adopt some hounds for me. Then, not only will I be your master, but so will they. You’ll tend to them, feed them, clean them, and train them.Then I suppose on the extremely unlikely chance I’m unable to care for myself properly, you’ll get.. Oh I don’t know. What would you like? To be MY master for the day or something?”