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“Naturally.”

The blond turned, walking into the foyer of the mansion, assuming Ciel would follow. His butler stood just inside the door, his only motion a slight bow to his master and guest. “Shall I have Claude serve us some tea? Or would you prefer cake? It’s a wonder you aren’t as big as this mansion with all the sweets to gobble up.”

The bluenette followed without a word. His guard was up, and he eyed the butler as soon as he came into view. When Alois spoke to him, Ciel’s line of vision returned to the blonde’s. The seemingly friendly teasing was let go. He heard enough of his intake of sweets from Sebastian. “Tea is fine,” he answered. It was truly bothering him that he didn’t know what the earl Trancy had waiting for him.

“Care to name your game?”