A good excuse to be a bad influence on you
The tempter sealing my fate
Devina laughed a bit, walking past him. "What a Phantomhive can do ? Please, entertain me. You haven't seen anything until you've seen Devina Cobalt at her best." She gloated, sauntering out of the room. "....Besides. I've gotten you laughing, smiling, and blushing. And I'm not even trying." She continued.
Sebastian looked at the two who had exited the room. "...I say, I think this might just work. I think my plan worked out fine, don't you ?" He mumbled, turning completely to the two who had exited. "Where...are you going ?"
Devina smirked. "Archery, of course. Out into the courtyard. Phantomhive wants a challange... Sereena. Is my quiver in the conservatory, where I left it ?" She asked, crossing her arms.
Gale looked over his shoulder at the three. He grinned, spinning the glass container with one hand. "If you really want to follow, I'd be glad to show you aroundthe grounds. As our guests, it is my duty to be as hospitable as possible. As long as you don't threaten or seem hostile to me, of course.... Do you want any sponge cake ? The young mistress has plenty left.... I'm unsure how much young Phantomhive will douse, though..."
Bard puffed a bit of smoke, smashing the cigar on the floor. He coughed a bit, looking at Gale. "....Do you two want to go ?" He asked his companions.
Devina Cobalt.//. Heiress to the Cobalt industry
Sebastian Micheals.//. The man who is simply one hell of a butler