[Yes, the demon. Well.] There was no reason for him to suspect. Not then, anyway.

[Once he gets to the piano bench, he'll sit down on it the wrong way and pat the empty space beside him, inviting Ciel to sit.] I wouldn't have invited you to the tea party. It could have given me a little more time, but you would have forced your way in at some point, I suspect, or had that butler of yours do it.