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"You're telling me to dance in public," Ciel questioned quickly as he was led by the hand by Sebastian, "with you?!"
He was about to continue with a caveat about how dangerous two males dancing in public was, but Sebastian stopped moving, still holding his hand in a light grip.
"Right now, I'm merely one hell of a tutor," Sebastian gestured to himself, then squeezed Ciel's hand. "Tonight, I may publicly dance with you in all propriety, Miss," Sebastian's eyes glinted with a strange light when he said "Miss," and Ciel did not know what to feel about that. What he did know was that he was disguised as a lady, but he still didn't feel very comfortable dancing in public.
"You're right..." he replied instead, grimacing at the thought of dancing.
"Let's go, Miss." Oh, so he was getting a kick out of this, Ciel thought, rage and embarrassment fueling his growing scowl.
He sighed as he was led into the dance. He was investigating the Viscount, who may be involved in the case, but he had been under much stress lately, and frankly, he was tired of it all.
He tried to let go of his worries and the thoughts of expectations that people had of him. He wanted to enjoy this dance, which was contrary to his general dislike of the art.
He jolted, the hand on his waist shifting, as Sebastian was talking. "... through the crowd just like this." Ciel nodded, mute. He concentrated on moving gracefully with Sebastian as his mind drifted off again.
He wondered why Sebastian did not just steal him away and take his soul now. He knew that it went against his "aesthetics as a butler," but was that the only reason? And, what specifically are those "aesthetics" that he always stresses?
A voice cut through Ciel's thoughts, its velvet tone gliding silkily to his left ear as it was whispered. "Almost there, Miss." He wanted to melt into Sebastian, then remembered who and where he was, and why he was dancing in the first place.
Oh, right. The mission.
He almost regretted spending the entire dance in his head instead of in the moment, in Sebastian's arms, for an unnamable reason.
His face fell- wait, was he smiling?!- and he returned to his cold, calculated self.
"Alright. Once this dance is done, I am resting. My feet are killing me."