Everything I Am, Is His

[Sebastian had been waiting all day out in the snow and while it had begun to fall hours ago, his eyes were transfixed on the farthest reaches of Adstringendum. Most often than naught, people from his home came with the snows. But today was special as it was his young master, Ciel Phantomhive's birthday. The video feed is stuck mostly pointing upwards at the sky and the falling snow with the edges of Sebastian's face.]

Good evening, Adstringendum. I trust you are well. My apologizes if I am waking anyone from an early slumber but for the more delicate and awake individuals, I offer you cake. [He doesn't want to waste it much like birthdays before. At this point it would be too late for cake should anyone arrive, at least for his young master. Sweet things were bad before bed.] As a compliment, hot cocoa.

If you don't wish to make the journey I am more than willing to bring it to you. [So he can spy on their houses or the individuals themselves]