( Caelus isn't manipulating, or rather, persuading Sunday to turn to this behavior. Quite the opposite of it, the eyelids and the shirt and his dexterity - the little glances and his softness spell desire. So naturally, as a special guest, Sunday likes to see these desires come to light. It's probably a horrible idea to give Caelus what he wants.

Sunday goes back to tending to his drink, using a spoon to mix in the creaminess of the milk into it more. He appears unphased, glancing towards him after Caelus speaks. )

Naturally. You were taught very well in your part-time job, Mr. Caelus. Everything came together exquisitely.

Haha.

( He sighs, sipping more of it while his eyes remain settled on those lively features. Dusted in red and pure innocence. He has everything to break people's hearts, so now why is it that he must beg for attention when he has this much charm? )

You flatter me. Are you feeling alright?