Grell was smirking to herself more than she should have as she followed Sebastian. "Could you have been less cruel, Mr Sebastian?" She said with a smirk. He shook his head. Anyone would have thought he was ignoring her presence as they walked, the shake was that subtle. "Come now, I need to be forceful to break the bones in as vile a creature as you."

"Hmph…"She turned her head away from his image, but only briefly. He was too beautiful… She couldn't keep her eyes away…!

"It would do you better to stop staring at me. My master is sharp."

"How now," She replied calmly, fighting to not act like her true self, "I'm just Madam Red's inept butler, I am just watching you to learn."

He replied with a small huff. "As you wish Mr Sutcliff."

She froze, and frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. She'd like to argue, but she knew that she'd like to – as handsome as he really was – distance herself from him. "You can just call me Grell."

"Alright Grell, please, enter the study… With your hand, you should just…" He hid a laugh in his sleeve. "Rest, my friend."

She sneered at him, as she entered the study, Madam Red turning her head, and quickly standing when she saw Grell's hand. That's right… She was an actor again. "Grell! What in the world happened to you!?"

"Our gardener is absurdly strong…" Sebastian frowned, bowing to her. "Unfortunately, Mr Sutcliff here has befallen victim to such."

"I knew you were hopeless Grell…" She said allowed, before leaning closer and whispering, "Just act out the injury for a little longer then," into her ear.

"Y-Yes madam…" she said quietly. "I'm sorry I cannot assist you around the manor."

"Come now, you're a guest. Please, just attend to your master."

"Yes, yes of course."

Sebastian bowed again, and left the room, Grell moving to stand beside her madam, as they turned back to Ciel Phantomhive. His head was in his hands, his uncovered eye… It took no guessing as to where his covenant symbol lay… His uncovered eye was flat and bored looking. "I'm terribly sorry for that Mr Sutcliff. Finnian… In fact all my servants barring Tanaka are exceptionally foolish."

"What about Sebastian?" Madam Red frowned. "From my knowledge he is an exceptional butler."

"I never said he wasn't an exceptional butler," Ciel frowned. Oh god, he sounded exactly like the whiny rich brat he looked like. Grell couldn't stand it. "If he wasn't an exceptional butler, he would be failing me. He is foolish in thinking that I don't know he goes out to feed the stray cats every day… Sometimes I see him do it…"

"That's right, it'd give you allergies wouldn't it…" Madam Red smiled, clearly holding back a slight laugh. "I think it's sweet. You wouldn't expect it of someone like Sebastian…"

"No, you wouldn't…" Grell muttered under her breath. The more she heard about this demon, the more curious she became. She would have to try and get close to him… But there was no doubt she'd already piqued his suspicion. And as much as she knew he was trying to put her in as much pain as possible with the situation regarding his hand… He did a good job… He seemed honest enough, but she still couldn't trust him. She held it… It was almost fully healed, but it would be painful for quite a long time.

Now that she thought about it, she had a target tonight… She'd have to get changed, reap the soul, and drop it off to William all rather quickly… But then again, Sebastian knew what she was already… She sighed, and shook her head. There was no point in worrying herself now. She may as well just let things play out how it would…

"Mr Sutcliff, are you sure you're alright…?" Ciel frowned. He didn't sound worried or concerned… That was just forced… and obligation, because she got hurt in his manor… Her eyebrows furrowed. He was beginning to piss her off.

"It'll be fine Ciel, do not worry. I am a doctor after all. If anything is wrong I can easily take care of it."

"Right… I forgot…" He said with a slight smile.

"Today," The door opened, and Sebastian came into the room, pushing a silver trolley of extravagant china, teas and sweets, "We have Assam black tea, sided with a sweet strawberry tart. I hope it is too your taste. And Mr Grell, I have prepared you some as well if you would wish."

He handed her the small cup. He was smirking. "O-Oh…! Thank you….!" She took a slight sip, and had to try not to spit it out. He put a ridiculous amount of salt in the tea… The nerve…! "It's…. Delicious! Thank you…!"

"I'll have to make you more then…!" He smirked, keeping a stupidly straight face… This man was going to pay.

"It is quite delicious… Thank you Sebastian." Madam Red said with a sighed smile. "Oh it's very relaxing… Grell your tea is atrocious, why can't you make it like this?"

"S-Sorry madam… I shall try…" Of course she wouldn't make it like her cup of tea.

"Thank you Sebastian…" Ciel said with a dull voice. "The tart compliments it very well…"

"Yes yes!" Her madam exclaimed, as she took a bite. "Grell, you were made a slice! Go on! Try it!"

"Y... Yes Madam…"

In all honesty she didn't really want to try it after what she'd done to her tea. She placed her tea cup down nearby, and took her slice of tart. "Of course, this doesn't make up for the injury you have received at the hands of our gardener, but I hope it at least makes you feel better."

She nodded weakly, and took a bite. She hesitated, then jumped at the sound of a large crash nearby. "Well, that would be Mey-Rin… Excuse me my young master." He bowed, then quickly left, his calm composure clearly fading. Grell swore she heard him whisper, 'idiots…" under his breath.

She paused, after she realised that behind the sweet taste of the tart was a sort of poison. She wasn't able to tell, but none the less, he was trying to make her stay at the manor hell. Well… She gave a slight smirk, swallowing the tart. If he wanted a war…