The white-haired man seemed to want to slowly give up. He hadn't found his diary no matter where he had searched, and it perhaps was more reasonable to simply assume that he had lost it before he had traveled back in time. Michael wouldn't find it again if he wouldn't make his way back into the future.
But that was still something the male couldn't do, not being able to remember the right way to try.
There was a depressed, gloomy mood that filled the air around them and while Sebastian enjoyed the upset look on the other's face, he knew that it would get them nowhere and that would be rather irritating. Someone who gave up wasn't someone the demon wanted to have around.
But maybe he could motivate the white-haired man so he could have more fun with him.
"Sir, you have not left the house today at all," the ravenette mentioned as he approached the window where the other stood, placing a cup of tea on the table in the middle of the room. Before Michael could turn around the demon had stepped close to him, one hand lifting to rest on his shoulder as his arm curled around his back almost amicably.
"Your Princess is waiting for you to help her, after all, is she not?"