Sebastian's lips upturned slightly at his mistress' comment. She was so much like her father. The man stuttered even more. "I-I beg your p-pardon, L-Lady Phantomhive! I a-am aware of th-the implications, b-but--"<br/><br/>Sebastian cut him off, knowing that the talk would just annoy Ellie. "Your tea, my lady and Mr. Baelor," he said, setting the two cups down. "It is a raspberry tea from Germany. I do hope that you will enjoy it."