Earl Phantomhive was intimidating for a thirteen year old, and despite the fact that he saved your life and took you into his household as a servant, which was better than your previous work.

You knew he only wanted to use you. You could see it even now, as his left eye stared into yours.

“You are skilled in what, exactly? I’ve yet to see a real demonstration, besides the end.”

He spoke, eating his cake with a grace you’ve never seen before, all while lounging in his huge velvet chair. Being called into his work study was scary, yet he seemed more curious on your skills.

“Tell me about it, in extreme detail.”

You were just grateful Sebastion wasn’t in the room with you both, as his stare was unnerving.