There's a sharp pang of annoyance when Ciel continues to press him. What do you want, what do you want, what do you want — can't she see how much that question irritates him? How much he doesn't want to think about it, put it directly into words? How much he'd prefer to simply live in the moment, indulging his whims as they arise, after a lifetime of coping with the knowledge that his future is non-existent?

He looks back at her with a scowl. If only he could simply disappear in this moment and not say anything at all! He needs to figure out Horosian invisibility magic as soon as possible. Or at least the potion iteration...

"What I want is to stop talking about this," he says bluntly. "But you're not going to let me do that, are you. Fine. If you want to help me so badly, go tell that old emperor that I'm not sorry for what I had to say and do, and that I'd love to hear what a laugh he's had every time I told him the slightest detail about myself."

And Howl seems set on leaving it at that. Are you happy now, Ciel?