Typically, when mortals make contracts with demons, the demon will fulfill whatever the contact ensues and in turn devour the soul of that human, consensually. In this case however, Sebastian seems to have other things on his mind. He is taking the place of a butler now and his master is a 26 year old man named Jaque, and though he was the typical arrogant egotistical spoiled twat, his wife-to-be was quite the opposite. Painfully oblivious, naive, kind, sweet. It drew Sebastian in like a moth to a flame. He couldn’t resist. Just a taste. Now he stands in your room late at night with candles lightening the area, smiling politely as you rummage through your drawers for the key he swore to you he left in there earlier “It’s quite alright if you cannot find it, my lady. My young master will surely understand. I am but a butler, after all.”