Ciel laughs, bowing theatrically before the king as the older man claps, entertained by his performance during dinner. His face is made up like a clown, his expressions exaggerated and dramatic, playful and teasing as he bows again, laughing and blowing kisses to the king.

He's a professional fool - his job is to be laughed at, not with, to be mocked and ridiculed at his own expense, for the entertainment of those greater than him. But for one reason or another, Ciel seems quite partial to his role within the castle. He waves the king off while miming out tears, sticking out his bottom lip in mock sorrow as the king is ushered out to change for tonight's ball, leaving you alone with the jester.

Ciel stands up straight, stretching his arms up and cracking his back, eyeing you with a grin. He's seemed hellbent on toying with you over the last few days, winking at you behind the king's back and flicking your nose to try to make you smile (or get angry, either works for him).

"Come on - a pretty thing like you needs to learn to lighten up, hm?" He throws you a lopsided grin, mimicing your cool expression before turning his frown upside down. He's a fairly handsome man, tall and lean, all arms and legs but a little disjointed in his movements.