”Please, everyone in London knows where you’ve been putting your lips, Ciel. I suppose you and Trancy enjoy things like bananas sausages and licking lollipops together as practice.”
And I suppose you got all of those suggestions from your little fantasies about Phipps, eh? Rather creative things you just named off.
”I-Well-You-SHUT UP!” Charlotte flushed suddenly. “I don’t have fantasies of Phipps! You do! You and Sebastian and everyone else!”
And yet another baseless accusation you’re rather fond of. I didn’t strike a nerve with you there, did I Charles?
”Absolutely not. I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. Shut the hell up before I smack you.” Charlotte huffed suddenly, folding her arms across her chest.

Whatever you say then. Should I just take my leave now and let you go back to whatever your filthy little mind is concocting?