[ A short puff of a laugh falls from Sirius' nostrils, though it isn't voiced. His gloved hands tighten their hold on his own arms before releasing them. He inclines his head similarly, some blonde hair slipping across his face. ]

All of it is meaningless. [ Humanity's struggle. Its ambition. As he'd once longed to become fully human himself, Sirius can't help but feel a sense of embarrassment upon reflection. Sebastian only solidifies that sense— and yet, he manages to validate the fascination Sirius had felt before.

Is it natural for them to wonder? Sirius had spent so much time studying them, mimicking them. All the better to collect their joy, their attachment, and for what? His wings tense behind him. ]

But I suppose that is what their realm is good for. Entertainment. My own is little better.

[ The human world, like a microcosm of the fairy world. It makes his stomach sick to see the truth of it all. The truth that seems Sebastian already aware of. ]

I feel that I see it more clearly now. Thank you. There is very much a charm to their suffering, isn't there?

[ Sirius smiles at Sebastian. It's unsettling in the certainty of its newfound darkness, but perhaps not unlike one of Sebastian's own smiles. ]

Should I call you by something, butler?