[Times had changed on them both rather quickly, and they're no stranger to the concept of adapting to that change or suffering the consequences. They had both had positions of authority, in one manner or another, taken from them; he himself could no longer hold onto valuable information until someone needed it to get what he wanted. But there had been a time when he had nothing and had been made to earn his keep.]

[He had always kept that work ethic about him, begrudgingly or no, and it only seemed appropriate now. He nodded and returned shortly with two small bags, shaped like prisms, complete with a little string and a paper tag to use to hang over the side of the cup while the leaves and herbs within steeped. He handed one to Ciel, dunking his own as he took his chair.]

They do things with tea in a strange way here. [He demonstrates, dunking his tea bag in and out of the steaming water.] The bag stays in the water until you're done with it. Skips the teapot altogether, but I suppose it'll have to do.