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"Actually, Ciel, I can think of a couple of things that require us to be much closer than two inches if you prefer." He closed the space in between them with an arm snaking around Ciel’s shoulders, "I don’t have to be here on business, you know."
Prefer? Really? "Definitely not." Nose wrinkles in disgust, agitation, though his quick movement away involves a lot more fear than he could ever admit, even to himself. What an irritating boy. "If that's so, you'll be escorted out. I don't have time for your playing." Truthfully, he doesn't quite understand him... and doubts he ever will.










