[ Hedonist? As accurate as the descriptor is for Howl, he doesn't care for the sort of implications it carries. And the quickness of the new Aion's agreement to it is... a potential red flag. Howl is too busy pouting at Ciel again to do anything more than dogear the moment in the back of his mind to ponder later. ]

I bed your pardon? I do hope you're not accusing me of being some sort of rake. I would never.

[ Pursuing fun and comforts above all else, though...? He's guilty. But she'd chosen a much less diplomatic term, in his opinion. Or at least less diplomatic in Howl's case.

Two can play that game. ]

Now, Martyrs on the other hand... the most annoying sort of busybodies you can imagine. Always sticking their noses into others' business in the name of selfless concern. So very boring, if you ask me.

[ He's not looking at Ciel as he talks, but a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. ]