Narrator's POV:
"Sebastian, I need you." Ciel called from his study.
"Yes, my lord?" Sebastian placed his gloved hand over his chest respectfully.
"I need evidence, I need names, and I'd like some tea in the garden." Ciel had his back toward Sebastian as he was looking out the window, trying to figure out who was the man causing all this trouble.
"Yes, my young lord." Sebastian bowed, then disappeared into the kitchen to prepare tea.