[ His smile shifts to one that's lightly pleased and knowing, as if he knew Sirius's thoughts. He doesn't, of course. But what he says (and pieces of what has gone unsaid in this conversation) gives him insight enough. A choice has been made, and perhaps not a good one, by the standard definitions.

But naturally, it's very much the one Sebastian would prefer. ]

Oh, you are quite welcome. It is not often asked, I admit, but I am always glad to give my opinion on such matters.

[ He draws his own gloved hand up to his chest, and in a gesture perfectly fitting for a butler, he bows gracefully. It might even be a tad deeper than his standard bow, but that's solely just being a little overly showy since he had been called a butler. ]

Sebastian Michaelis. It is a pleasure to have your conversation, sir.