Back on the ferry, the demonic duo were England-bound and bidded France farewell, waving at the two investigators following them adieu from the boat as it took off. Bretodeau looked glad they were leaving, but the demons couldn't blame him. Like them, Bretodeau was made for assassination. Tailing a couple on their honeymoon isn't usually his department. Now they were out of his hair and he could focus on bigger things.

They didn't mind, however. They had a horde of souvenirs to distribute once they got back. Luka was excited to see his brother again once he walked through the door, not just because he wanted to see what he brought with him, but because he missed the menace. Alois pulled the youngest of the Macken brothers into a hug, picking him up off the ground and holding him after setting his bags down. While he had a load of fun with his husband, the blonde menace had missed his family, too.

There was talk about what all they did and saw while on their honeymoon. The newlyweds talked about the tourist attractions they went to and odd experiences on the way. Ciel told everyone how Alois is bad at skiing, earning him a playful swat to the shoulder. They spoke of Bretodeau, and how messing with him was fun, and other misadventures. It was good to be back. France was fun, but it wasn't home to the Phantomhives.

Unfortunately, they hadn't much time to rest until Alois had to return to school. This time, Doctor Phantomhive wouldn't be joining him. Their marriage nearly got the menace in trouble, but his spouse was luckily able to avoid this by resigning voluntarily. Putting in a small bribe didn't hurt, either. It was surprisingly easy for Alois to get all of the classes he wanted, even though he registered a bit later than usual.

Still, the bluenette picked his spouse up from school every day on the motorcycle. A grin always formed on the blonde's face at the sight of the Watchdog patiently waiting on him. While the "bad boy" look suited Ciel, the menace knew just how "bad" he really was, and at the same time he knew how awkward and dorkish he could be.

Ciel would schedule things so that he could eat lunch with his partner, but sometimes, they weren't alone. The others would join them on occasion. Travis, Daniel, and Kristopherson would sometimes make it. Other times only one or two did, and at others, still: none. Today, however, Kristopherson had the privilege of being the third wheel.

"I was commissioned by H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. again." The faux-blonde said. "Postmen uniforms. I didn't know Gehenna had a post office."

"Must be new." Alois pitched in. "This is the first I've heard of it. Not surprised, though. They've been building onto Gehenna like crazy."

"I hear the Supernatural Relations Department has gotten many requests for new businesses lately." Said Ciel. "They don't quite know what to do with them all because of budget. They're only accepting those who are absolutely necessary, since none of the citizens can privately fund them."

"Does H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. fund them?" Kristopherson asked, arching an eyebrow while taking a bite of his meal.

"They take out a loan." Explained the watchdog, "They pay it back as they earn more money with business at their leisure. These loans, unlike those dealt with ordinary banks and agencies, aren't designed to suffocate those who take them."

"Gehenna sounds nice." The faux-blonde said. "I don't think I could live there, though."

"Can't stand not having wi-fi?" asked Alois, arching an eyebrow. "Back in my day, wi-fi wasn't a thing that could even be fathomed!"

"Would you opt to live without it?"

"Fuck no." the menace answered with a sneer. "Never. It's too useful!"

"So you do see my point." The Miles gentleman replied. "You just willfully ignore it."

"But of course! How else am I supposed to annoy you?"

"Is it nessecary?"

"Yes."

"If I may interrupt," began the Watchdog, butting in for a moment. "I'm sorry, this just occurred to me; are you going to meet with the postoffice officials about the uniforms, Kristopherson?"

"Yeah. I'm going in about a week or so to bring them my ideas. I can't exactly e-mail them, you know." Answered the faux-blonde.

"You're goin' in on your own?" questioned Alois, raising his eyebrows. "That's a bit of a dangerous neighbourhood for a human."

"I have an escort." Kristopherson answered, taking a sip of his drink while the others continued to eat. "Audrey said he'd take me. He got permission from his boss since it's for Gehenna."

"That's the only way you'd get permission to bunk off from Lieutenant Chu." Said the menace, looking over to his beau and causing the man to nod.

"Reports say that the crime rate has increased by a notch or two recently." Ciel informed. "Integra mentioned it briefly. Lieutenant Chu definitely knows. Since it's the business of the organization, it's certainly a reason to permit an escort."

"What kind of crime?" questioned Kristopherson, looking to the menace and then back to Ciel again with concern.

"It's those werewolves we let into Gehenna. Apparently, they lack manners." Said the bluenette gentleman. "They haven't quite grown accustomed to their lives as law-abiding supernaturals. Oftentimes, they forget the 'law-abiding' part altogether."

"Bunch of plonkers." Snorted the blonde Phantomhive. "They're no better than common thugs. They haven't quite figured out that being a werewolf don't change nothin'.What kind of people do you think willingly become supernatural? For what? Power? It's a farce. They're still the same sorry schmucks they've always been, and they'll always be that way for as long as they live."

"Now for exactly how long that is, is debatable." Pointed out Ciel. "H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. agents have already started to crack down on them. Now all we have to do is wait until they start taking it seriously."

"What kinds of people do become werewolves willingly?" asked Kristopherson, leaning forward and resting his chin in his palm. "Some geeks who never leave their mum's basement? I heard that there were some who pretend to be 'werewolves' online and shite like that."

"There's a few of those." Answered the Watchdog, taking a sip of his own drink. The glass clattered against the table as he set it back down gently, looking back up to the human again. "They think it will give them power and make them somebody. Just like all of the others. There are 'jock' types as well, you know. You know what happens to those geeks who think they've won power and the right to trample on those who've 'wronged' them?"

"They're the same geeks they've always been. Just in a new package." Alois said, slapping his palm on the table with a bark of a laugh. "HA! Still the bottom of the totem pole. It's nobody's fault but their own! Same as usual. They're just as entitled and power-mad as the rest, and they still take out their self-pity on others, only this time, they're supernatural as well. Funny how that works, innit?"

"Not surprising in the slightest." Kristopherson said. "I bet they thought they'd be the 'alpha' wolf, right?"

"Not even real wolves have those 'pack dynamics' in real life. The original expeiriment was faulty, and even the man who originally published the findings found it false upon further investigation." The Watchdog informed. "Werewolf packs aren't a thing, either. If they are, they're made under the false impression on how wolves behave. They're using it as an excuse to go wild. They'll end up killing each other like that."

"How do you stop that?"

"Easy." Ciel replied. "You put the mongrels down."