"What are the four of you doing?" You heard from the entrance to the kitchen. All of you turned to the source of the voice to see Sebastian standing there, a neutral expression on his face as he pushed a cart in front of him.

Mey-rin jumped back off you, squeaking in surprise at the butler's sudden appearance, "Sebastian-" she yelped, twisting the ends of her hair.

Sebastian sighed, fixing his gloves and sparing a sideways glance in your direction for a brief moment. You looked elsewhere, instead focusing on Baldroy's cooking. "Hey, S'bastian," the chef greeted, "makin' the servant's breakfast." he drops his head back to focus on his stirring, "Wan' some?" the disinterest in his voice suggest he knows the answer, that being negative.

"No." Sebastian replies, curt and quick.

"Well, doesn' hurt t'ask." Bard continues at his task as the butler moves around him, cleaning the items he'd brought in on the cart.

The maid and gardener began to chatter, both loud and full of energy as they animatedly recounted their morning and whatever trouble they'd gotten up to. After a while you noticed one of them was calling out to you, "[Y/N], where were you this mornin'?" the maid asked, "I looked for you to see if y'could help with the laundry but I couldn't find you." she continued.

Suddenly all eyes were now on you, even the demon turned his head in your direction, his crimson gaze a heavy weight to bare. You faltered, one hand brought up to wave away an explanation as the other rubbed at your neck. "I was, uh-" you're interrupted when Sebastian clears his throat.

"Never mind that." He starts, glaring pointedly at Mey-rin, "Baldroy, Finnian and Mey-rin, I have a task for the three of you." as their names were called they stood to attention. "There is an infestation of rats in the manor, the three of you are to rid the place of the vermin." He paused to sigh "Do try not to break anything in the process" there was a tiredness in his voice.

"Yes sir!" the three shouted in unison, heels together and standing arrow straight.

"As for you." he continues, attention now on you, "You will come with me, the Lord has guests arriving soon and I need your assistance in preparing for them." silence befalls everyone in the room as they await your response.

Shyly, you answer him in he only way that feels appropriate, "Yes sir."

"Very good." He says fixing the hems of his gloves and walking towards the door, "I will retrieve you once you are done with your meal." and then he leaves.

The four of you eat together at the table, thankfully Mey-rin decides not, or maybe forgets, to bring up the topic of your disappearance that morning. The porridge is pretty decent for what it was worth, you suspect that Bard can actually cook proper meals but his love for firearms gets the better of him.

The others finish pretty quick and, after some pleasant small talk, make their way out of the kitchen chanting about how they're off to kill the rats. You on the other hand wait in the kitchen for Sebastian to come and get you, which doesn't take long. He shows up as you're quietly mumbling one of your favorite songs, head resting in your hand, elbow on the table.

"Are you ready to-"

"Oh fuck-" you exclaim, jerking your head to the side to notice Sebastian was bent at the waist to whisper right into your ear. His eyes widen slightly, strands of hair falling from where it was tucked behind his ear.

His expression returns to normal and he straightens, "I have to admit, I was not expecting that." he says, lips turning up at the corners.

Embarrassment colors your cheeks and you try to look angry, "Well what did you expect? You snuck up behind me." you accuse, pushing yourself up and away from the table until your standing in front of the demon.

"Just like a mouse, so skittish." He tilts his head to the side, tucking those loose hairs back behind his ear.

Your expression softens as you think about it and the idea that you might be a mouse, it's almost the perfect description for your current situation. You chuckle, "Me, a mouse? I guess that makes sense if you're a cat." The two of you begin walking, Sebastian leading the way from your side, and you continue to make idle chatter.

"Are you perhaps aware of my fondness for felines?" he asks.

"Oh, yeah." You reply, "You can just say you love them, y'know."

He lets out a breathy chuckle, "My dear, it is not common for demons to love things. Even so, the emotion that my kind equates to love is not quite the same as a human's, it is far more sinister." He looks to you with a sinister smirk an a cocked brow, "Were you curious to know if I could love?"

You quickly avert your gaze, the demon's teasing making you feel on fire even with the London chill in the air. "No I-" you figure it'd be best to just change the subject, "Where are we going anyway?"

He stops looking at you and turns his gaze forward, still with a playful smirk on his lips. "We are going to see the young Lord so that you may advise him."

"So, I'm actually going to be used as an advisor?" You hum, "I thought I was just some glorified maid."

"I should warn you that there will be many who do not take your role as advisor seriously." the butler starts, exhaustion in his words, "You humans are so separated by your sex that, should people know of your position, they would begin to question every decision the young master makes."

You thought about jokingly questioning if Sebastian was a feminist but instead, "So, what, are demons not separated by gender?"

"No." The two of you are within viewing distance of the door to Ciel's study, "We are instead separated by power, the strong are on top and the weak fear the strong."

You suppose that implies demons do have genders but before you can ask, Sebastian is opening the door and directing you to enter with a wave of his hand. "Young master, I have miss [Y/N] here to help you prepare for your guests today."

The boy looks up from a stack of papers he was clearly doodling on, quickly dropping his pen to the desk and levelling you with a single-eyed glower. "Right, have a seat, [Y/N]." As he offers a set to you, Sebastian sets one down across from Ciel and bows in your direction.

"Miss, if you would." The butler says, charming and polite, as if he hasn't been harassing you since you stepped foot in the mansion. He plays the part of loyal dog well.

You make your way over and sit down, thanking both of them as you do. Sebastian excuses himself to make tea and you are left alone, twiddling your thumbs, with the earl.

"Well, out with it." He blurts out suddenly, "I hardly have time for you to waste." He says that, but you can see his little drawings in the corner of the papers scattered in front of him, most of which look to be documents he has yet to sign.

"Yes." you begin, fidgeting a little, but feeling a lot more comfortable in the presence of a child as opposed to the child's demon butler. "Where do I start...?" You mumble to yourself, hand coming up to your chin in thought.

"You can start by telling me what will happen today, if you really are a fortune teller that is." There a playful, childlike smirk on his face, like he's trying to make fun of you.

"Yep, fortune teller, that's me." You point both thumbs at yourself, not at all confident in your attempt to humor the boy. His smirk falters, but it seems almost forceful, a he raises an eyebrow. "Right, uh."

"Do you need a crystal ball or something?" He asks, the question seeming half joking and half serious.

"No, no, nothing like that just-" You almost let slip that you were trying to remember but stop yourself, knowing that would only prompt the boy into questioning why you need to remember something that hasn't happened yet, "can you tell me about your guests today?"

He hums, leaning back into his chair and idly glancing away from you, "There's lady Angelina Dalles, Lau and his..." He struggles for a word, scrunching his nose in apparent distaste, "associate, Arthur Randall from the Scotland Yard," He pauses eye darting to the right as he tries to recall the other guests names, "Azzuro Vanel-"

You make an audible sound of recognition, snapping the boy out of his thoughts, "That name, he's the Italian guy right?"

"He is an Italian man, yes." The tone of Ciel's voice suggests he's skeptical at what you could possible know about a guy who happens to be Italian.

You think about what to say without giving away too much, should you tell him that he gets kidnapped by him?

As you struggle over deciding what to tell him, the butler steps through the doors, cart before him. "My lord, miss [Y/N]." He make his way over to the side of the desk, taking one of the tea cups and placing it in front of the boy, "I have prepared a pot of English Breakfast tea. For you, my lord, a cup prepared with milk and honey."

The boy makes a sound of acknowledgement, picking up his tea cup with deft fingers and bringing it to his mouth to take a sip.

"How would you like your tea prepared, miss [Y/N]?" Now that his eyes are on you, you recognize it as a silent warning. He is again making sure you don't let too much information slip.

"The same."

The smile you receive is that of a perfect servant, but his gaze is intense and threatening. "As you wish."

The demon prepares you a cup and you notice there's hardly any steam. You smile warily at him as he places it in front of you before bringing it up to your mouth. The scent is wonderful and you relax a little, not realizing you were tense in the first place, and you take a sip. It's warm but not boiling, allowing you to keep the drink in your mouth for a moment to let the taste spread across your tongue. You swallow, "Thank you, Sebastian."

"My pleasure."

"Now, as you were saying, [Y/N], for what reason does Mr. Vanel interest you?" Ciel pipes up, placing his cup down on it's saucer with a clink.

You glance over to Sebastian and figure it would be best to remain as vague as possible. "I would suggest that you be very wary of him, something happens today that puts you in the way of harm."

"Harm, you say?" The boy looks over to his butler and Sebastian nods. "Very well, I will have Sebastian keep an eye on him."