Setting the bottom of the thin, china teacup into its matching saucer with a gentle tink, Angelina kept her steady gaze on the rim of the finely painted porcelain, gripping the arm of the dainty cup a little harder than she perhaps ought to have.

"M'lady… they think it to b-be the V-Viscount, your nephew and his b-b-butler are to attend a celebration he is holding at his m-manor in a few nights time, they mean to i-investigate him whilst they are t-there…"

The rambling mess of stuttering words stood before her, twiddling its fingers and shuffling its feet, expecting some sort of scolding for the information it had given its employer. Squeezing his abnormal emerald eyes tightly shut, his mouth contorted as he bit down on his lip to try to halt the steady trembles his whole form writhed with; Grell Sutcliff was as good an actress as ever.

"The Viscount…? How on earth did they come to that conclusion?"

Angelina raised one perfect scarlet eyebrow at her quivering butler, finding his performance to not be significant enough to mention. If he wished to play the stuttering, innocent little thing she saw before her even when they were away from prying eyes, well so be it. It wouldn't last long, anyway; Grell became bored quickly.

"I think they s-suspect him for his other underworld d-dealings, such as the slave market he hosts…"

Looking down at his gloved hands, writhing over each other, Grell risked a look over the top of his round glasses. Upon spotting his Madame's sombre expression, he yelped and jumped, quickly lowering his gaze once again to his feet.

"M-M-M-M'lady…!"

Sighing and sliding her eyes shut, resting her head in her downturned palm, Angelina –for just a second- let a flicker of malevolence reach to her face.

"I suppose that makes perfect sense… and you never know, we could be rid of two birds with one stone this way."

"M-M'lady?"

"I think I would pay good money to see the Viscount rid off, or better yet… have the pleasure of doing it myself. His manner is distasteful and gaudy; to me he is a pain to behold that'd do better to be lying cold somewhere."

From behind her closed eyes, Angelina didn't see the large grin which spread across her butler's formerly meek face, in an instant his whole manner changing dramatically. His eyes began to glitter with malice and adoration, and his teeth slid seamlessly into sharp, razor points. The act was dropped.
Slipping across the room silently, he knelt to the floor in front of where she sat, reaching upward to take her downturned face in his gloved hands gently.
Her eyes fluttered open, and slight surprise flickered across her face before she held his gaze steadily.

"We're so much more beautiful than any of them, Ann."

He sighed, smiling warmly with the gleeful merciless glitter still present in his gaze. He lowered his arms to lie on her lap and rested his head of long, brunette hair in-between them, closing his eyes and letting out a contented sigh, his warm breath making the fabric of her long skirt dance.
Angelina smiled meekly; brushing one hand gently against Grell's pale cheek, barely making contact, whilst the other began to play with a strand of his silken hair, twirling it around her finger as she looked down to him.

"I know, Grell." She breathed, the normally strict and overly eloquent tone of her voice gone, replaced by a steady warmth.

"We are but two lone, heartbroken doves, their formerly perfect white feathers tainted with the crimson blood of those who disgraced them… with nothing in the seemingly bleak world to cling to but each other."

It was obvious Grell was enjoying this; as much as he tried he could not keep the excited erratic tone from his voice as he wove his overzealous tapestry of poetry.

"The world has wronged us, leaving us with nothing but our endless beauty."

Finally letting the poorly withheld glee spread across his face in a almost frightening smirk, Grell slid his eyes back open to lock once again with Angelina's, piercing emerald green to deep, rich scarlet red.

"But upon this world which clipped our elegant wings… we shall have our revenge." He purred, slipping his tongue between his lips to run across them, leaving them to shine in the midmorning light.

"Indeed we shall, my darling." She agreed, her smile bitterly matching his, with equal malice but far much more meaning.