— what was that—?
Such strong words from the lips of a child. He breathes in, aware that chastising the young man should be done. Walls have ears. But the butler is still a demon. Still a creature of the worst kind. All the suffering and strife that he exposes Ciel to is only flavoring the boy’s soul for his eventual consumption of it. And sex would only but add a new spice to it.
His eyes light up, depths of hellfire glittering with glossy displays of power.
His fangs are bared, curving flashes of predator’s fangs.
”Would you, bocchan—?”
And the crow’s voice is a low purr of raw seduction, flickering free instinctively with the idea of inflicting such new torments upon his young master.
Ciel watched the crow for a moment, delighting in the flash of surprise on his face. He very much enjoyed surprising a demon, and he knew that phrase would. Standing his ground as those eyes lit crimson and sharp fangs rested on a grin, he gazed up at the other with unwavering confidence.

“I’d like to test your loyalty to me. Are you really willing to answer all of my orders? Even one such as that?”