[ Sebastian breathes out a little laugh at just where Bondrewd’s staff came from, but it’s only lightly surprised. It’s merely the fact that someone else had used such a method. The little staff of the Phantomhive manor came about in such a similar way, but it felt like a rather fortunate set of circumstances to him. So, it’s a bit pleasing to hear Bondrewd had the same, though he doesn’t speak to it. There’s no need, in his opinion. It’s a shared curiosity, but the servants of the Phantomhive manor were a matter of the past. ]

Then you of course have my thanks. I shall prepare something delightful and be certain there is room at the table for work.

[ How improper a setup! But despite any appearance otherwise, he is relaxing in his strict Victorian manners at this point. Somewhat. ]

Prushka, was it? I am sorry to hear that she passed. With how you spoke of her before, I had assumed… Well. [ Not that she was alive, necessarily, as Zenith’s claims didn’t quite allow for that, but. ] Was she your protégé as well?