The Prince of Bengal is certainly something— energetic and flamboyant. Every woman in England would die to marry him; but when you see him at the ball he’s never interested in any of them. He’s too busy babying Ciel to even turn his eye to them. Or maybe he’s just that clueless. Maybe he has no idea of the eyes that follow his every move.

As he drags you along behind him to go find his friends from Weston it certainly feels like he must be entirely naive to the ways of the world.