Sebastian wouldn’t normally allow her to linger as close as she was now. Then again, she didn’t have that tendency of moving so close to him as she did now, either. Perhaps her hands had wandered a bit before, which she had claimed to be a doctor’s habit. Her excuse this time, he thought with mild amusement, could easily be that she was a succubi. How interesting how her professions seemed to always involve touch in some form of matter.
All the same, he gives a smile, pocketing the vile for now, before nodding. He looked down a moment to observe just how her lithe fingers fiddled and danced along his coat in a simple, yet elegant little manner. The lady of red seemed to be having quite a lot of trouble keeping her hands to herself.
"Well, Angelina, we shall both see just how this blossoms, yes? As for now, please, do come in. It would be an honor," he tells her, as he begins to step away to allow this. He would be watching her closely, like a highly skilled hunter, of course. He certainly wasn’t lowering his guard.
Ｗhen he pulled away, those painted nails would catch and give the faintest tug before they released. As if to give hint to the fact she would have rather maintained the contact. With his back to her, the curl of her vermillion lips was nothing short of a layer of mirth spread across a dangerous glimpse of incisors. Oh this would be fun.
“Ｏf course, darling, do lead the way.” Angelina’s voice dripped out in smooth silk, vibrating pleasantly through the vindictive expression. She trailed after him, heels resonating sharply off the polished stone in her wake.
“Ｄo tell me… how has Ciel taken my death?” There is a hint of genuine concern in this question, and her smile seems to fall away at the thought. How indeed. Ciel was a bit of an enigma when it came to his emotions.