[Ciel is leaning back in a chair, chewing on a small piece of chocolate. After a moment, he sets it down onto a small saucer and straightens.

He won't comment on the marks, so Otabek is spared that from the younger teen.]

My family always made a bit of a spectacle for my birthday. Since it was in December, the presents were always under the tree, everyone on the estate knew what day it was so there were a lot of birthday wishes, even the servants had presents ready.

I remember sneaking into the kitchen to try to steal a peek at what kind of cake was being made... It never worked. I suppose that's tradition enough?

[Almost as an after thought:] I don't really celebrate them either now. My fiancee usually insists on marking the occasion though.