In a very bizarre course of action, the demonic duo were behaving like ordinary tourists. It was peculiar for them, but they were having fun acting like an ordinary, care-free couple, visiting landmarks and tourist-trap locations while blending in with the crowd. Ciel did most of the talking when it was necessary, like when they ordered food and needed directions to their next destination.

Ciel paused every so often, shifting his weight off of his feet to relieve the achiness of them gained from so much walking. While he was incapable of becoming winded from this level of exertion, he was perfectly capable of feeling strain. Thus, while on their way to Notre Dame out of their delightful sense of irony and humour, he requested to stop again, causing his spouse to tease him.

"Those expensive shoes are not meant for walking, Ciel." Alois snickered, watching as the bluenette paused on a bench. "Don't you have any tennis shoes or something?"

"No, I don't." answered the bluenette, taking off one of his shoes and rubbing his aching soles. "In fact, I brought every pair of bluejeans I own on this trip as well."

"You need some casual clothes…" the other man said, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head. Walking over to his partner, he took a seat next to him. "Business suits will only get you so far."

"I don't just have suits."

"Yes, you also have dress pants, and sometimes, polo shirts." The menace pointed out. "I assume you packed all of those as well?"

"Maybe…" Ciel answered, cracking his toes. He then put his foot back in his shoe and tied it before reaching over to unfasten the other one.

"I need to get you some T-shirts or something…" Alois shook, before gesturing to himself. "Let me see your foot."

"Why?"

"I'm gonna rub it."

"We are in public."

"What about letting me dote on you?" questioned the menace, batting his eyelashes. "It's not like it's something weird, or anything. You know I'm not some weirdo who's into feet."

"Exactly the sort of thing that someone who is secretly into feet might say." Jested the Watchdog, earning a playful punch to the arm.

"You're mean! And I was just trying to be helpful! So cruel!" insincerely lamented his beau.

"I still love you anyway."

"I'm not into feet!"

"Well, either way, we should get going." Ciel said, slipping his shoe back on and tying it. He was ready to go before the menace even knew it, much to Alois' surprise. Standing up, the Watchdog reached out a hand to his spouse in order to help him to his feet, grinning at him mischievously as he took it.

"You're so mean to me…" Alois replied as his husband put an arm around him.

"I only tease you because I like you." The Watchdog said while walking.

"Still don't have a foot fetish…"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry." Ciel apologized, pecking the menace on the side of the head.

"You're the weird one…"

"I know…"

"Confess to your sinful perversions when we get to the church." The younger Phantomhive instructed without a shred of seriousness.

"Alois, we are demons." Protested Ciel with similar amounts of gravity.

"Confess."

"We have killed people."

"Confess."

"We work for the Royal Order of Protestant Knights, not the Catholics."

"Confess." Playfully hissed the blonde, causing the other to shake his head.

"Who's the 'weird' one again?" Ciel questioned as they continued to walk. "Is this why you suggested we go here?"

"No, mostly it's because of my sense of irony and because I just want to see some gargoyles." Answered Alois, keeping up with his lover's pace. "They're really cute."

"Gargoyles?"

"Yeah. They've got cute faces."

"Somehow, I feel as though this explains a lot…" muttered the Watchdog as they approached the church, pausing upon seeing a group of people. They obviously weren't French from the looks of them, and there was a woman with a flag that said "English Tours".

"Think that's our group?" questioned the newer Phantomhive.

"Most definitely." The bluenetted informed. "I must say, however, I am a bit surprised at the amount of Americans."

"How can you tell they're American?"

"Baseball caps with sports teams on them." Ciel said, pointing. "Also the T-shirts. One way to tell if someone is an American tourist is by the design on their T-shirt, or the fact that they wear a sweatshirt. Big lettering, especially block lettering, and big logos are a massive giveaway. They also seem to have an aversion to collared shirts."

"And then the rest are English by default?"

"Most likely, yes." Spoke the bluenette. "Unless they are used to travelling or something."

"Alright, Mister Travel-expert, we're here, now, so you have to be nice." Scolded the menace, wagging his finger at the persnickety Watchdog.

They quickly joined their group and gave the woman running the tour their tickets before assimilating into the crowd. Alois started looking around the crowd for the signs that Ciel pointed out and listening for accents, only to find that Americans seem to talk very loudly, even while chatting amongst themselves. Occasionally, he would look to his beau again, earning a sympathetic look, but he would inevitably be roped into conversation against his will with some of his fellow tourists.

"This is exciting!" said the young woman next to him. She leaned in to talk to him while gesturing to the building. "Look at that building! We don't have anything like that!"

"We do." Answered the menace. "I think it has to do with the age of the countries."

"You're British?" asked the woman. "What're you doing in France?"

"What are you doing in France?" retorted Alois. "We like to travel, too."

"Well, I'm here with my school group. University of Rhode Island."

"Ah. I'm just here with my mate." The demon said, gesturing to his spouse. "School hasn't started back up for us yet."

The woman looked over to the bluenette with raised eyebrows, causing him to smile in a friendly manner out of politeness, but he couldn't help shake the feeling of being stared at. People were looking at his eyepatch, and in truth, it did make him a bit uncomfortable. He caught several looking his way and saw them whispering, but their voices were muddled together with the crowd's.

"Well, I'm Natalie." The woman said, introducing herself.

"Alois." Answered the blonde.

"Well, Alois, this is going to be fun." Said Natalie before walking back over to her friends. They were some of the girls whispering about the Watchdog, and she joined in with ease.

"I hope she doesn't stay that friendly." Alois said to his beau. "That's going to be annoying."

"My expectations have lowered as well." Ciel replied. "Hopefully, they'll forget about us while on the tour."

"You think they will?"

"I have no idea…"

At long last, the tour guide clapped her hands together in order to summon the attention of the group. After finally settling down the group, she managed to go over the rules of the tour and all of them were able to set off. The duo were able to enjoy the church, taking in the grand sight of it. Alois was especially impressed at the magnitude of it all, with its stained glass and elaborate architecture. Never before had he seen anything like it.

Ciel smiled after his beau as the blonde excitedly pointed things out and intently focused on what the guide was saying about things. He couldn't help but think that how serious the blonde looked while listening was adorable, and when the other man finally found his gargoyles, Alois' lit-up face was almost enough to make his heart melt. The menace was nearly bouncing off the walls while pointing them out, making his husband laugh as he tried to imitate the faces of the stone creatures. Ciel even took pictures of Alois with his beloved gargoyles in order to text send to Sebastian when he updated the family on how they were doing.

It was then that Ciel noticed that a few of the girls from before were taking pictures as well. He didn't mind them giggling at his antics, but there is no telling where those photos could end up. To him, it didn't matter that they weren't of anything of much importance. It is inappropriate to take photos of someone without their consent.

"Don't take pictures of him." He instructed without being hostile. Ciel wasn't rude, but he was firm, and his actions alerted the menace as to what was going on.

"Why?" one of the girls asked. "It's not like it's anything bad."

"Yeah, but no. Please don't take pictures of me." Alois intervened, furrowing his brow. "What the fuck? Why would you do that?"

"Chill out, okay? Here, I'll delete it." The woman said, fiddling with her phone for a moment. "It's not a big deal. We just thought you looked cute, is all."

"That doesn't make it not creepy." Answered Alois with an obviously discomforted expression on his face. "In fact, that makes it worse. Wouldn't you be weirded out if some dude you don't even know randomly took pictures of you without you knowing because he thought you're 'cute'?"

The women paused for a moment, putting their phones away. "That's true…" one of them admitted.

"Well, at least you get that it's not right." Said the menace. "As long as you don't do it again and got rid of the pictures, it's not really a big deal." For a moment, he looked to his beau with a small smile. "Right, Ciel?"

"Right…" begrudgingly grumbled the Watchdog, retreating to his blonde. Grabbing his hand, Alois reached up with his free one and pat the bluenette on the head.

"It's so funny how territorial you can get. It's cute." Spoke the fair-haired demon before pinching his love's cheek. To this sight, the girls looked to one another confusedly, not sure what to make of it.

"Well, I knew you wouldn't like it." Answered the bluenette. "Your best interest interests me."

"Uhm…" began one of the women. "Are you two… y'know…"

"What?" asked Alois, dropping his hand to his side while maintaining the grip on Ciel's with his other.

"Are you gay?"

"Nope." Answered the blonde, watching as the Americans sighed with relief. "Bisexual in a same-sex marriage." He corrected, grinning as one of the women nearly choked on her own spit.

"I'm the same." Added the bluenette. "We're actually on our honeymoon."

"Why didn't you say anything?" questioned one of the girls.

"You didn't ask! You just started taking pictures." Alois stated, holding up his hand. "I have on a ring, you know."

"Well that's embarrassing…" said the woman's friend.

"It happens. Just don't do that in the future."

"Jim, the tour group's leaving." Pointed out Ciel, catching everyone's attention. Sure enough the group was moving, and all of them were being left behind.

"Shit! C'mon!" exclaimed his beau, leading him by the hand as they quickly moved their legs to catch up again, closely followed by the Americans as they did the same. What they didn't notice, however, was the fact that they were being observed.

"That was close." Whispered Bretodeau to his assistant. "The Watchdog looked like he was going to attack that girl."

"Are you sure he wasn't just upset that his husband was being photographed?" asked Felicien.

"He's a seasoned killer who has no remorse for those who get in his way. What do you think?"

"I think you have the brain of a cheese sandwich..."

"Quiet!"