Grell was too busy staring at Ciel Phantomhive's butler, Sebastian, so when she found herself practically nose to nose with the young gardener Finnian, she was much more easy to jump than she would have liked. "Dear me, don't sneak up on me like that!" She sounded much too angry. No no… That wouldn't do at all. She took a deep breath and composed herself. "S…Sorry Mr Finnian…"

"Oh please!" He said with a stupidly large grin, gently running his fingers across the horses' coats, "Just call me Finny!"

"Oh… Alright Finny… I-I'm Grell…" She held out her hand, with a forced nervous smile. She hated how underestimated her acting ability was by the grim reapers back at home. "It's a pleasure."

"Oh no!" He gripped her hand and squeezed, making her gasp, then yelp in pain. "The pleasure's all… mine…?"

Sebastian was abruptly beside them as Grell ripped her hand away and cradled it in the other. "What are you doing Finnian? Don't tell me your absurd strength has gotten in the way again!"

Grell watched through half squinted eyes. She would never be hurt like this by a regular human. What was wrong with this boy? Finnian was beginning to whimper and sob. "I… I'm sorry Mr Sebastian…! I… I didn't mean…!"

"Honestly…" Sebastian said with a huff. Grell opened her eyes a little wider. It must have been the pain she was in, though her body's godly structure meant it was already beginning to recede. That boy shattered the bones in her wrist no doubt, so she would have to get it sitting straight before it set and she'd have to go through that pain all over again… What was she thinking? Oh yes… She had seen her boss William in Sebastian in that moment… Now that she thought about it, she'd seen a demon that looked an awful lot like the both of them… "Mr Sutcliff are you listening?"

"W... Wha…?"

"I asked you if you were alright. Finnian I will leave the horses to you now. Please do not disappoint me again…" He turned back to Grell. "So are you alright?"

"N…Not particularly…" She would have to re-break it by now… But this was not expected, so she couldn't possibly have expected a different outcome. "Dear me… Could you excuse me to go check on it?"

"Do not be silly. You are a guest in this manor, I shall assist you."

Shit. She hissed under her breath, squeezing her hand tightly so to make sure that it would not set in such an awkward shape. "A…Alright… Thank you… What do I call you?"

"Sebastian Michaelis." He bowed, and smiled, "Please follow me… I do hope that you can forgive our gardener… He is strangely powerful…" As they walked, Grell shuddered at the smell he gave off. He was completely beautiful, and the cologne she could smell was lovely… Vanilla…? She hesitated. No, he smelt like tea…. But that wasn't the smell she was concerned by. He smelt like the aftermath of a slaughter of souls... He smelt like a demon. "You're hiding your pain quite well aren't you?"

"And you're quite calm about this too Mister Michaelis."

"I don't know what you're trying to achieve, but I'll have you know, that my masters soul belongs to me and me alone."

"I'm not the sort of person to do that." She snarled. "I don't really want to ask a demon something like this, but help me out will you? I can't quite fix it myself."

"It's what I was going to do anyway wasn't it?"

He gave a cruel smirk, and she flinched. "O…Oh yes…" He shoved her into the bathroom roughly, and held her hand close to his face, making her blush profusely. "Ah- Mr… Sebastian? Ack…"

She bit down on her lip hard as he re-broke her hand himself. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I too rough for you?"

He began to bind it tightly, making sure to squeeze it too hard with each wrap with the bandage around her wrist. "Now, that should all be better by tea time, mr Reaper. Please follow me back to the masters. Who knows why you're posing as a butler, hmm?"