[And now with the Lord Baskerville... something in him recoils, but he won't correct what Ciel wants to call him. It just- grates on his nerves a little bit and irritates him.
As if he's far more used to being called just 'Glen' or 'Oswald' - as if he's dropped all titles when talking to people as well. It seems that Oswald will never be able to shake the odd feelings off. As is, the irritation is split second and easy to miss before he turns his mood back into neutral.
Or, well. Neutral Judging, at least, until he hears praise towards his playing. Towards 'Lacie'. That's enough to wash most of the judging away and soften his look.]
Are you going to stand there all night? [...] Come here.
[If Ciel liked it, then he really has no reason to shoo him away.]
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As if he's far more used to being called just 'Glen' or 'Oswald' - as if he's dropped all titles when talking to people as well. It seems that Oswald will never be able to shake the odd feelings off. As is, the irritation is split second and easy to miss before he turns his mood back into neutral.
Or, well. Neutral Judging, at least, until he hears praise towards his playing. Towards 'Lacie'. That's enough to wash most of the judging away and soften his look.]
Are you going to stand there all night? [...] Come here.
[If Ciel liked it, then he really has no reason to shoo him away.]