[ Lucky for him, he's easy to get along with. One hand's in his jacket pocket, the other carting Carrie over his shoulder as if it was made of cardboard. Though he makes no comment about the first statement, he takes note of it with the barest semblance of a raised brow. Something about this kid creeped him out. Maybe it was the way he didn't act his age.

Or... eerily more mature than some adults he'd spoken to.

But the question causes him to turn his attention back to Ciel. ]

Ah, here we go then. The inevitable "what happens after we die" question. 'Fraid I can't tell you that. Mister Spears is gonna have my head for going against regulations. We're not allowed to give anyone confidential information.

But I can tell you it's the way of the world. Demons get in the way of work. Plain and simple.