Oh- oh, oh, oh. Alois Trancy could not believe the words that just fell from Claude Faustus' mouth. It was him. His dear old 'friend' Ciel Phantomhive was coming to the Trancy Manor for- what? A ball? Alois laughed, laughed and laughed, his forehead thumping against his desk as he laughed some more.
Sebastian Michaelis must've convinced that little boy to do this- to ride in a carriage across England to have a ball- With Alois Trancy! More cackles bubbled from the skinny blonde boy's throat as Claude entered the room once more with the afternoon tea.
"Your Highness…" Claude murmured, placing the tray in front of Alois' head. The boy lifted his head so his chin was resting against the table. He let out a small satisfied exhale and sat up, grasping his tea cup and sipping it.
'Blood- how nice of you Claude…' Alois' pretty eyebrows went up as the metal taste flooded down his throat. He blinked- unsure.
"Do you not like todays choosing's? It is Earl Grey, your highness." Claude said. The familiar taste of the said brand came back and he nodded.
"It will do." Alois' eyebrows sharply drew together as he thought. "Was there blood in this?" He asked after a quiet moment. Claude looked at him with an even face- his glasses owning their own small glare from the sunlight.
"No, your highness- It was made the way Thompson knows how to make it. It was made-"
"I don't give two shits, Claude." He snapped. "Answer the question." He took another sip, swishing it around in his mouth. The blood taste was no longer there. Claude shook his head and Alois excused him. He then dumped the tea out on the floor and threw the china across the room- making it smash against the wall. "I am blood thirsty, it seems." He murmured to himself- thinking deeply. "Blood thirsty for the one and only earl Ciel Phantomhive."
