...Hah. It would appear that this good friend isn't the bold or adventurous type. Why did he refuse? Not that it matters, in the end. It was crystal clear to Ciel that this soft-spoken man will not be accompanying her back to the Kenoma the moment he spoke of Emet-Selch's request. They will never walk the same path, and that's why offering him the vial to consume is the closest they can ever get. A taste, a peek, of what it's like to live the dark—before eventually, inevitably, this man's will and his love for his friend sees him through to rejecting the substance whole out of his bodily vessel again.

It doesn't matter, in the end, for not only did he refuse, they're also interrupted. For a split moment, the patient smile freezes at her lips, almost giving it a similar air to the artificial quality of the mask that she wore earlier. The vial is put away the next moment, and her expression falls flat again as she shifts her stance to one that's... not leaning towards the offensive or defensive, but there is tension to it.

That young man. The Pleroma Aion she herself requested for, however indirectly.

"..."