[ Sebastian's expression stays serious, but as the color drains from Ciel's face, the quality of it shifts. Anyone that didn't know Sebastian would read the look upon his face as concern or care, but that's of course not what it actually is. Were the CDC any less clear on what they desire from their recruits, Sebastian would be furious at his newest employers for tricking Ciel into this, because this child's life was his, and trapping Ciel in a circumstance where the contract could never be completed... Well. A demon's temper was best not seen when it came to their meals.

As it was, though, this was... interesting. If nothing else, it was a matter he would have to investigate. ]

I do not tell lies, young master.

[ He states it coolly and simply, left without the usual wry edge such a statement would have. He reaches to the extra glass he had brought (in case Ciel wanted water), and with one sleight of hand, it's filled with milk, and otherwise, he reaches into the pocket of his jacket to pull out two small containers of honey that he had brought in case Ciel had demanded the oatmeal sweeter, which he's glad for now. Milk he can at least create rather reliably with his powers, since it's a rather neutral taste, but sweets he has more difficulty with, since they never exactly taste sweet to him. He continues on in conversation as if this hadn't happened, preparing the drink with barely a pause. ]

Forgery or not, we can hardly change what has been done at this point. I will investigate the matter more thoroughly.