Sebastian Had Just woken you up; Preparing you for the start of the day as he dressed you, Much to your protest. And did your hair.

"Sebastian." You'd call. "I'm Quite capable of dressing myself...." Sebastian would turn to you with a chuckle as he continued to brush your hair. "I'm afraid i disagree madam." Your eyes would narrow. "And why is that." You'd ask. "Because, Madam. Every time I leave you to dress yourself you end up looking like a man." He'd say.