[He nods, then steps to one side, one hand still on the boy, to open a drawer and take out the saran wrap he used on occasion and hadn't been overly fond of, even if it was useful in some ways.] I did. None of the reapers in the business go anywhere without their glasses. It's one of the things that keeps them dependent on the higher ups with their new lot in the afterlife.

[He'll need both hands for the sheet, but then he folds it over once and covers his own eyes with it, looks through it at his palm, close to his face.] Here we are. Put this over your eyes and let me step back before you get a look at me again. [Once Ciel does as much, he'll take a few steps back as promised and wait.]