[ Ciel makes a thoughtful noise as he withdraws his mittened hand to look at his own again. His frown is soft as he looks into the snowglobe, almost fond, and then after a moment he just sighs. ]

So it's your home too. It's my manor inside here. Which is... strange.

[ To say the least, he thinks. He gives the globe a very light shake to start the glittery snowflakes again, and it's not hard to see that the expression on his face is vaguely homesick. ]

It hasn't snowed there in quite a while, now that I think about it.