"Sebastian," Ciel said in his usual clipped tone, "Tell the staff that I would like to speak with them."

"Yes, my Lord," Sebastian put his right hand over his heart and bowed before leaving the room.

When the three misfits arrived, Sebastian took his spot near the desk chair Ciel was sitting in.

"That will be all, Sebastian." Ciel said meaning, "get out."

Sebastian was stunned momentarily but bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him. Now what in the world would his master have to talk with them about in private? Not thinking it anything worthwhile, the butler went about his duties cleaning one of the many rooms.

"Do you all understand?" Ciel raised a brow at his staff.

"Yes," said Mey-rin.

"Whatever you say," Bard answered.

"Of course, milord," Finney replied.

"Good, now get to work." Then Ciel sat back in his chair and clasped his hands together, a wicked smile forming. He had instructed the three to do whatever necessary, without burning down the manor or destroying it, to keep Sebastian running all day. Ciel wanted him in someone's sight at all times. They, along with Ciel, were to keep him from his room all day.

The plan worked perfectly. Ciel noticed that by the end of the day, Sebastian was quite put out about the constant issues that had transpired that day. Though he didn't show it much, there was the occasional sigh and roll of the eyes whenever the shout came, "Sebastian, come quick!"

Sebastian would sigh and say, "Oh bother, what now." Then run out of the room from Ciel. His master found it quite amusing.

That night when Sebastian came in Ciel's room to get him ready for bed, Ciel said, "I wish to take a bath, Sebastian."

He thought he had heard a slight groan from his butler but pretended not to notice.

Sebastian had not planned on a bath so he was quite put out. All day and he had not been able to take 5 minutes to himself. He sorely needed those 5 minutes in order to make it through the day with his young master. It would be pure torture to bathe him, towel him dry, and dress him for bed.

He was a demon, he could just ravish the young boy and be done with it but no, contrary to popular belief, he had feelings. He had strong affection for his young master that, try as he might, he couldn't deny.

For Ciel that meant a lot since the young lord constantly berated, and belittled Sebastian at every turn.

Ciel didn't even turn around, "Sebastian," he said arrogantly, "are you coming or not?"

"Of course, my Lord."

The smirk was on Ciel's face even though Sebastian could not see it.