112 - I can do without the sarcasm, thank you - Episode 19

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
Episode 19 - Rich and Rude
"Ow! Hey! Stop it!" I yelled when Sebastian tightened the strings of my corset. "That hurts, you idiot!"
He just smiled and tied the front into a bow. "My apologies, master. I was just trying to get it to stay, that's all."
"You're such a liar," I hissed when he pulled my arms through the sleeves of my dress. "You enjoy my misery."
"Ah, no, I cannot lie, master, remember?" he said then, buttoning my dress. "You ordered me against that. But, I will admit, watching you fume is very adorable."
I glared at him. "I'll hit you."
"I'll dodge you."
"I will make it hurt."
He gazed up then, smiling. "Are you seriously saying that to a demon? The strongest human on Earth can punch me and all it would do is itch."
I arched a brow. "Then why are you dodging it if you're so... indestructible?"
"Good question, my lord," he said, standing and catching my jacket. "And you'll never know the answer."
"Whatever," I said then, rolling my eyes as he guided the jacket on. "Why must I wear this ugly, itchy thing?"
"You're about to go to a fancy dinner," Sebastian stated, brushing down my sleeves. "You must look the part."
"I always look the part!" I argued. "Must you go this far?"
He smiled up at me. "My answer remains the same."
I just rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Just... hurry up already."
"I'm already done," he said then, smiling as he stood. "You look lovely now, master. Congratulations on surviving the torture."
"I can do without the sarcasm, thank you."
He just parted his lashes and let his red eyes settle on me. "Someone's angry tonight. May I ask why?"
"No, you may not." I closed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "Because you already know the answer."
He just let his lashes flutter shut, the smile still there. "If you hate them so much, why did you invite them?"
"Because I can toy with them," I said, looking up at him now. "It's fun, Sebastian. You should know with how many people you toy with before you kill them."
He looked down at me then. "My, my, accusing me of such things?"
"I'm not accusing," I said in boredom, "I'm stating a fact."
He looked more amused than anything. "Well, master, it's almost six o'clock. It's time for the dinner."
I groaned in annoyance and buried my face in my hands. "I don't wanna."
"My apologies, master, but didn't you just say you liked to toy with them?" He smiled in amusement. "But you're stilling dreading seeing their faces?"
"They're annoying."
"Indeed, they are." He shook his head, chuckling. "And yet you still invited them. Isn't it safe to assume that you keep lying to yourself in hopes to strengthen your self-confidence?"
I threw my head up, glaring. "I don't need personal insight from a demon."
"Well, us demons are very insightful, indeed." He looked down at me, red eyes glowing dangerously.
"Your amusement is hideous."
"Why, thank you. I appreciate the compliment." He just tipped his head to the side. "If my amusement were adorable, then how can I protect my master from horrid things, hmm?"
I gave him a look, but then settled back into myself. "Sebastian."
He gazed up. "Yes, my lord?"
"Who was that man?" I said then, lashes lowering. "The one you were clearly suspicious of?"
He just closed his eyes. "Not for you to worry."
I glared then. "Sebastian."
"Master," he said, tone curt, "the dinner is in two minutes. It's time to go."
I just let my gaze sharpen. "I don't like it when you hide things from me."
"It's in your best interest, my lord." He gazed down, eyes soft. "I promise you that."
"I can order you to tell me!" I argued then.
He just smiled. "You can. But will you?"
I clenched my teeth and tightened my fists.
"You know there's something going on, yes," Sebastian said then, lashes lowering, "but you also understand that I have it covered, don't you? You will not order me to do something if I think it's not for the best. You understand that I always have a plan in place, and that I will never let you get hurt."
I just lowered my head, body shaking with annoyance.
"It's time for the party, master," Sebastian said then. "Let's go."