So...it was in her family...it was a nice place, from the little he'd seen of it. Theodore just nodded when she said that he would be well taken care of, and that she would be back that evening. "Bye..." He murmurs to the door that closed behind her, having not missed the brief glance that the man had given him while the the door had been opened so that Ellie could leave. He sighs quietly, wondering what he'd do for the day...evening seemed so far away. But even as he was thinking this, a wave of sleepiness washed over him, and he slowly dozed off on the cushioned sill, eventually slumping over and falling asleep.<br/><br/>Sebastian follows Ellie to the study, trying to push back any memories that surfaced of when he'd been under the late Ciel Phantomhive's contract. This whole situation that played out before him between Ellie and Mr. Vitolli was all to familiar, it was so much the same as when Ciel had to deal with such a thing, that it was almost to the point of irony. He steps forward when the man lunges at Ellie, taking a hold of the front of her shirt, and when Ellie spoke up, telling him to take out the 'trash' referring thus to the Italian man, he gladly moves closer. "It would be my pleasure." Just as Vitolli raised a hand, Sebastian was right beside him, his fingers wrapped around the man's wrist. "I wouldn't do that. Violence is such an unnecessary thing, wouldn't you agree?" He gradually twists his hand, so that the man's wrist made a painful creaking, seemingly almost to the point of breaking. As soon as it seemed the hand would be turned all the way around, Mr. Vitolli's attitude broke. "Yes, yes, you're right, it is unnecessary! Don't break my wrist, please! I'll get you you're money too, I swear it!" Only when he said this did Sebastian let go. "Good." He rather forcefully guides the man out of the room, closing the door behind as he did.