The young boy turned his head, meeting an innocent gaze with the other man in the room. A slight tilt of the head came from the taller man, an evil smile running across his lips.
"Everything alright, young master?" His sweet British accent making him seem oh so innocent.
"Of course I am alright," Ciel frowned, crossing his thin arms over his chest protectively. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You seem a bit tense is all, master." Sebastian took a pot of tea, taking a small cup. He poured the hot liquid into the golden cup, blinking at his reflection in the auburn color now in it.
Intimidating clicks came from the soles of his shoes, the room around the two dark and silent. Sebastian placed the tea set down on the table, picking up one of the cups in his careful fingers. "Here you go, master."
The young Phantomhive took the tea in his own hand, a bit of the steam fluttering in the surrounding air. "Thank you," Ciel muttered softly, his pale lips meeting the cup. Slowly, he placed the golden cup on his palm, glancing up at his butler with that deep blue eye.
The demon gave a light smile, bowing before him. "Anything else, young lord?"
"No, that will be all." He brought the tea back to his mouth, taking another sip.
"Very well." The man dressed in black nodded, leaving the set behind. He glided out of the room, softly closing the door with a tap.
Ciel looked to his side, folding one of his legs over the other. "Bloody fool.." he mumbled, his eyes now focused on the event unfolding outside. "Who are those men..?" the young master thought, consentrating hard.
Three men walked down the driveway, smug looks on all of their faces. One held a cigarette in his mouth, puffing smoke out of his slightly parted lips. They were dressed similarly: maroon shirts, black pants. Two wore hats, one sporting a vest. These men were not at all fimiliar.
"Frenchmen?" Ciel asked to himself, getting up to pull the string, summoning Sebastian back to him.
Moments later a knock came at the front door, the black butler just approaching. He sighed, placing a gloved hand over one of his crimson eyes. "Would you like me to-"
"No," the smaller boy chirped quickly, his face calm, "They are unwanted guests."
The demon butler blinked, then started to form a smirk. "I will get rid of them immediately."