That evening Grell and Madame Red arrived at The Phantomhive Manor. When Sebastian opened the door Grell practically swooned, he elbowed Madame Red and whispered, "you didn't tell me he was THAT cute."
Madame Red ignored him, her attention focused solely on her stoic nephew, he had changed so much then again she supposed she had as well. They were lead into the games room. At that point Madame Red sat down with Ciel to play a game of chess. Grell stood a few steps behind his 'Master' and watched them play.
Ciel tended to play defensively, reacting to Madame Red's moves. While Madame Red set up her plays at least a few moves in advance, carefully weaving traps for Ciel's pieces. A strategy that came with experience.
"Grell, I require some tea. Could you fetch me some?" She ordered bluntly, without looking up from her game.
Ciel turned to give a similar order to Sebastian, while he wasn't looking Madame Red noticed that if Ciel's pawn was one space over he could take her King. With a calculated knock of the board his pawn fell into place.
"Checkmate, Madame Red." Ciel stated triumphantly after surveying his available moves.
"You've gotten so good at this Ciel, gosh. You're so grown up now, come here let me get a look at you." She gushed, taking Ciel's face in her hands. She searched, looking for a trace of the sweet little boy she used to know.
The two butlers returned pushing a silver cart adorned with a very expensive looking tea set and a fragrant rose tea. Just before the cart stopped Grell slipped his foot onto the wheel and then he was falling, the cart on course to crash into a near by wall. In place of the cruel unforgiving floor Grell found himself quite comfortable in Sebastian's arms. He spent a little longer there than strictly necessary, smirking to himself as he contemplated the benefits of appearing incompetent. Madame Red watched the spectacle with a raised eyebrow and a smirk mirroring Grell's as she thought, "I picked him to be my butler."