For some time now, the way Sebastian looks at you seems to be slowly changing. It would be better if this were a form of deterioration. But it kind of isn't.

Sebastian has noticed how he becomes subtly tense when you touch him involuntarily, how you sometimes ask him to dry your wet back after a bath, how you look at each other in the mirror while he is brushing your hair.

In fact, Sebastian thinks about how he would like to touch your skin with his hands absent of gloves.

However, Sebastian is still a butler, isn't he? His duty is to serve you and only you. At least, until your soul is claimed by him. His elegant body approaches, gloved hands knocking on the door, opening it regardless of the response from inside.

"My Master," the demon called, making a subtle and smooth bow. "You told me you slept poorly. You are in no condition to do it yourself. Allow me to help you," Sebastian approached slowly. This time, he removed his gloves.