“I’m sorry child, but are you lost?”
“…” A disbelieving stare. “No. I am waiting on my butler. He will be here soon.”
“…I see. Until he returns I will accompany you.”
A sharp glare. “That will not be necessary.”
“I’m sure your parents would prefer that you were accompanied-”
Another glare. “I am the head of the family. I am capable of looking after myself.”
“…ah. My apologies. I did not realize.”
A long pause. “You’re not leaving, are you.”
“With your permission, I would like to remain.”
“…fine. Assuming you have nothing better to be doing.”
“My own responsibilities are fulfilled.” A pause. “Your sign – you are the Earl Phantomhive?”
A sharp nod. “You should have checked that before you offered unnecessary assistance.”
“My apologies again, sir.”
“…you’re still not leaving.”
“My master would be displeased if I allowed you to come to harm by my lack of attention.”
“And who is your master that he has any business concerning himself with my fate?”
A faint smile. “I am in the employ of Count Cain Hargreaves. He encountered your butler and was quite impressed. He intends to introduce himself soon.” A faint chuckle. “The letter expressing his invitation should arrive at your estate tomorrow.”
“I see. I will... consider his invitation. Ah, Sebastian. You’re late.” The butler emerges. “Thank you for accompanying me, but I must be going. Send you master my regards.”