Sebastian nods. Yes, the communicator is indeed fascinating, even to an experienced demon, and it's one of the few times that he will agree entirely with Mey-Rin. Quite astounding to realize that there are still things in this world that can genuine surprise, perhaps even shock and awe. He must wonder if the London they came from will also invent such marvels in due time - will the young Master live to see such inventions?

Perhaps the next Master to follow in his bloodied footsteps?

"You would need to be vouched for by a Dominant," Sebastian says, watching the gears clicking away in Mey-Rin's mind. Yes, it was rather inconvenient. Not any professional reference was good enough in Duplicity. No, you needed a Dominant, and it didn't matter if the Dominant was an idiot - all that mattered was that caste designation. "As your rash, I do have funds to cover some soothing medication."

He stops in front of a shop, dingy but at least the roof doesn't seem to be leaking too much. The demon holds the door open, a hand out as if he's ushering Mey-Rin in before she realizes that this will be tacked onto her running debt.

"At least try patting it instead of rubbing or scratching," the butler adds. "Rubbing it still aggravates the irritated skin."