As the Queen's Watchdog, Ciel's life is nothing if not eventful.

From the murder mysteries held at his own manor, the disasters he must subdue on a scenic voyage across the ocean to the secrets of a prestigious school and the investigation of a mere music hall, he never catches a break. Let alone a moment of peace and quiet.

Save for when he is in his study, tending to his duties using sheer willpower and an egregious amount of ink. Despite having to wrack his brain over diplomatic matters, it helps clear his mind in a way.

That is what usually happens. Today you are there to make a change with your presence and incessant riddles.

"The more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?" Of course you couldn't just sit next to him in silence and watch him work, no less assist. Your visits are never that simple, Ciel should've known. "Footsteps." He responds in a stoic fashion.

You don't stop there. "If you could save a hundred innocent lives by condemning one guilty person, would you do it?" Without pausing, the Earl responds swiftly. "It's probable."

"If your closest ally betrayed you for a noble cause, would you forgive them?" A part of you expected another response. Instead, Ciel sets the documents he had been reading down with a thud that is a tad too loud.

"What are you playing at?" He inquires, growing marginally more irritated by the second.