<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The corner of Sebastian's mouth curled slightly upward in his approximation of a smile. He was once again fighting the urge to reach out and pat the boys head, so he rested his hand on the hilt of his sword instead. <br/>
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He was both pleased and disheartened by the boy's reaction to his request. He was clearly flattered, but likely it was only due to the fact that no else had bothered to give him the time of day before. It made Sebastian's stomach burn low with anger, which was a familiar enough feeling to easily deal with and stow away for the time being. <br/>
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"My name is Sebastian," he answered, holding his free hand out to shake because this he could not resist. "So now you may stop calling me sir."</span>