[Through the reaper's haze, he can make out that grin and it mutes his own, noting the tone in it and the comment made after. He had been the one trying to pull Vincent's mind back to the present and now he finds his own wandering to and fro where it isn't welcome.]

[Rather than offering a response of his own, this time he works on his tea, keeping the cup between both hands just to hold it there. It's not the fine porcelain that the Phantomhives had been used to, but he'd insisted on it not being something so high class. He appreciated it now more than anything.]

In another world, of course. For now, while I'm allowed to be a little selfish, I want only for you to enjoy your son again and for him to know you as he always should have. I would even leave the house for a few days to give you time to yourselves, if I thought it would be needed, but I think one of you might protest.