[there's deep suspicion in his expression at that, but he trusts that Ciel, at the very least, has a better grip on the situation than he does. with both the gentle hand on his wrist and Holland's reluctant concession, he hesitates before quietly releasing his grip with a scowl. no broken arms today, it's a miracle!]

Don't try anything moronic. I know the urge might be strong, but I trust you'll be able to resist it for a few moments. [he'll take a few steps away from Holland after that to free up Ciel's access to him, pulling his hand from her to cross his arms over his chest.]