Claude's POV

His master had asked him to bring some morning tea to his room. Not once did Alois request this. He had memorized all of the rooms, especially the basement, the master's room, and the office. He knew why the servants weren't allowed in the basement. In there held things that should not be seen by the naked eye. He prepared the tea for his master as he walked into his room.

"Master, it is morning. The tea will be done shortly." Claude clapped his hands together, as he grabbed a white shirt, slipping it onto Ciel's thin body. He stared at his figure. It was pale and smooth, like a porcelain doll. He remained quiet as he buttoned up his shirt. He then grabbed his master's socks, pants, and shoes as he slipped them on one by one.

"I will be back." Claude bowed, as he rushed downstairs, grabbing the tea set and rushing back up to his master's room.

"Today we will be having some Ruanzhi tea, a lightly but savory flavor, from the Fujian Province. Refreshments are available if you'd like." he poured the tea into the cup, as he handed it to Ciel.

Ciel took a sip and held out his hand. "I need more sugar. 5 cubes, to be exact."

"Yes, your Highness." Claude nodded as he grabbed 5 cubes of sugar, handing them to his master.

"What is the schedule today," Ciel questioned, as Claude slipped on his trench coat, tying a blue ribbon into a thin bow.

"We will be receiving a guest this afternoon, followed by a dance lesson in the morning. There is not much else." Claude responded in time, as he handed Ciel his cane.

"Who is this guest?"

"I was not informed on who, but I will investigate if necessary or if you order me to." Claude said.

"Then that will be all. Bring me to the dance lesson's room." Ciel coldly stated.

"Yes, your Highness." Claude nodded as he lead the way.

OOC

Ciel stared at the empty room. The only thing sitting there was a stand and a piano.

"Where is my teacher?" Ciel asked.

"I am your sensei, we do not need money wasted on a questionable private teacher." Claude responded.

"I see," Ciel sighed as Claude walked to the middle of the room.

"Your hand goes like this, and the other like this-" Claude gently placed Ciel's left hand on his shoulder, and his right on his waist.

"Make sure your steps are clear and smooth," Claude informed him.

"I'm trying!" Ciel growled back, avoiding to step on Claude's foot.

"That's it, you're doing much better." Claude smiled.

"You're just too tall," Ciel huffed.

"Then suppose I make you taller?" Claude remarked.

"And how?" Ciel questioned as he moved along with Claude's footsteps.

Claude smirked. He simply replied- "A diet."

Ciel widened his eyes. "A diet? What kind of earl goes on a diet?"

"My previous master did." Claude replied.

"I presume it was Alois?" Ciel asked.

Claude nodded. "Correct you are."

"Why is that piano here," Ciel pointed quickly to the piano, before he lost his balance.

Claude caught him from falling, as they leaned closer.

"Music is a fine art. I expect myself to teach you, and I expect you to learn."

"I suppose." Ciel stated, as Claude lifted him up, back to his position. They continued dancing until a sudden knock from the front door startled them.

"I will be right back, your highness." Claude bowed, before opening the door.

"Bring me with." Ciel informed him. Claude looked back, smirking as he scooped up Ciel.

"Then the Earl of Phantomhive best keep his guard up," Claude silenced him, putting his finger to the master's lips.

This wasn't so hard to think of along the way, as I am off to a good start. (Perhaps one day this story might get 1000 views as well.)