[ well! WELL! she might not have touched anything yet, but... b-but, he is sure she was going to!! just look at her!! she was absolutely scheming, he can tell!! he can smell a schemer, and Ciel? reeks of it. absolutely deplorable. unconscionable. unforgivable.

he is stomping his way all the way back into the kitchen (with wrists still restrained, yet), before grabbing at his box of tea possessively as if she were about to callously swipe it away or something, ]

Yes, well, considering your medieval practices... maybe that isn't too far off the mark, is it?! Get out of the kitchen, would you...?! Out!! I don't know WHAT kind of mojo you worked on me, but it's worn off now and I am making this tea and you are going to relax if it's the last thing I do on God's green earth!!