Learning a whole new language was difficult, especially after a certain age. Luckily, Sieglinde was young enough to not have so much trouble learning English as she could get used to it after some time. For Wolfram however, it was much more difficult. And much to his annoyance only Sebastian(you) and Finny could understand him. Not that Finny was around much to talk to so he was stuck with the Phantomhive's personal butler.

Ciel and Sebastian were staying at the townhouse for a while with Sieglinde and himself as they settled into London, England. It was annoying to say the least, not only having to actually do a butlers duties more thoroughly now, perfecting them. But also because the person he had to learn from was a self-righteous ass. Sebastian would scold him for everything but always do it in an almost condescendingly backhanded way. It made Wolfram want to punch him.

One evening after Sieglinde and Ciel had already went to bed he went to the bathroom to wash up, only to find Sebastian in the bath, laying back with a calm smirk on his face and a lamp of wine in hand. Like some lavish noble instead of a butler. It was rude if not downright direspectful.

"What do you think you're doing?" Wolfram asked, looking annoyedly at Sebastian who just smiled politely at him. He was honestly more worked up than he should be by this.