I'll worry about my first impressions, thank you.

[ Ciel won't tolerate being called a puppy, though. so with a glare he unties the bow entirely, slipping it from around his neck and stuffing it into a pocket with little heed for how it might become wrinkled. ]

There. It is no longer an issue. [ he gestures with one hand in the vague direction of 'down the hall.' ] Are we going to go or are you going to waste more time fussing over my appearance?