[He hums over the sleeves, but he had expected that. They're long enough that they hang off even his own arms, and that was the way he'd had it designed. But the rest of the coat does indeed drag behind the boy as he'd thought. It would tatter the ends, but really what could he do about that? It might not be too bad. They only had to make one trip out to the shops so Ciel could find something more his size to wear.]

[That laugh though, that gets his attention. He hadn't heard that from the boy in years, not since Ciel was much, much younger, and even then it had been on accident he was sure. As surprising as it had been, he makes no note of it outwardly.] Well, it will do for now.

[He moves to crouch in front of Ciel and works the buttons back in place again. It's not anything he's required to do; he's not a butler or the boy's father, not that Vincent would have done this himself anyway. But he does it anyway, and he's not sure why. Really, he should make Ciel do it himself. He'll need to learn anyway and it would help him get used to his one eye's vision.] Let you get used to this, walking around in it, and we'll head out to the market here and get you a wardrobe or two what fits you so you're not having to run around in your night clothes all indecent.