"Well, I don’t seek impolite conversation… often,” he chuckled.
He blinked, a little surprised at how rapidly Ciel could change his tone and aura. It was.. odd. Gregory pouted as his perfectly painted lips were smudged, “Yes, though it’s not so much a sordidly boring job; as it is a reaction of my inability to sleep steadily.”
"Perhaps I can assist in giving you the good night’s rest you deserve?" he asked with a small, innocent smile, as if he were talking of laying down together and actively sleeping rather than what he truly had in mind. He hadn’t missed the small look of surprise that the other had given for just a split second. He decided he liked catching the other off guard for the moment and if acting like cute, innocent Phantomhive did that, then he would. "May I assist, Gregory?" he asked, looking up at him with his visible eye seemingly full of nothing but pure intentions.
"Of course not, you mentioned that you’d be here earlier in the day though — excuses-excuses-excuses, I couldn’t visit any earlier. I’m ever innocent?” He asked with a light laugh shaking his head before wiping the expression off his face. “Well I came here mostly to talk about that, and maybe I was seeking something else — if you can guess it?”
"Whatever you were seeking, I highly doubt it was polite conversation. Perhaps you wanted some fun before you returned to your solidly boring job of moping around the Violet House?" he asked with a small smirk as he smudged the black lipstick across Gregory’s cheek for no other reason than it amused him.
"Am I right in my guess?" he asked, losing any sort of malice or negative disposition for a very nearly pure look as curiosity tinted his features. Of course, he had to wonder if Gregory would react to Ciel switching a persona of sorts so very quickly.
"One of the answers is simple - ‘in my head’," Gregory answered, eyes momentarily distracted by the sight of pale thighs, and cleared his throat, "The rest of the details — well, my lips are sealed. But I guess I should not be in a few places myself.”
"Yes, you shouldn’t be. There are secrets around me that no one shall ever know," Ciel responded easily, and it wasn’t hard to spot where Gregory’s eyes had traveled to as the younger boy had stood. "However, did you honestly come just to ask me questions on the subject of my title? I find that hard to believe. You’re rarely so innocent."
"It’s a shame though it’s a little unsurprising. Your father probably had to deal with a lot of people too. What a job description to be born into.." He trailed off. Then almost out of the blue, after a few seconds of silence he muttered, "I’m fond of you Ciel, and I’m sure you’re well aware of it," he said with a sigh and staring up to the ceiling, "but I don’t trust you, and there’re two places I’m not willing to let you be. Your curiosity lingers around things which are best not disturbed.”
Ciel nodded to the first of it, knowing that his father had his troubles too, and in the end, those troubles killed not only him, but his wife as well. However, as the Prefect started to talk again, in a lower voice, Ciel was listening intently. “Oh? Your wording sounds extremely interesting, Gregory. What should I not touch? Where should I not be?” he asked with a small smirk as he stood, letting his nightshirt ride dangerously high before allowing it to fall.
Vague outlines were all that Gregory would talk about. He didn’t even talk to his own parents about the issues they seemed to have; nor would he try and figure it out with someone else. The instability was at home and away from him. “Explains how you’ve handled yourself, probably met a lot of unsavoury types when you have to get your hands dirty?” This knowledge now confirmed in, a possibly paranoid mind, that Ciel wasn’t to be entirely trusted. He tried a question, tasting the words on his tongue before speaking, “Are.. are you looking for something at Weston that royalty wants to know about?”
Ciel was extremely disappointed that he barely got an interesting reaction out of the Prefect at all, but he continued. It was a tricky question, but one that was easily lied about. “No, the Royal Family has nothing to do with this. I came here of my own accord and curiosity,” he responded easily, wondering exactly how long Violet would be asking questions. At least the last half was true.
"As for unsavory types, I must say, I’ve had my fair share for a lifetime," he muttered with a frown, trying not to dwell on memories that did nothing but hurt him.
"Try doing it for the full seven years," he offered with a slight sneer and tilt of his head, "I mean… for some reason I doubt you’re solely here to be educated. You’re an earl — probably with top-grade tutors?" He shrugged, "M’dad’s relatively nouveau-riche, art trading and boring things like that, his father had a violet field in France, hence the last name but it did get changed from Laviolette to Violet. Terribly dusty topics though we’ll leave it there."
"I’m not interested in the whole earl thing, that much I understand from the nominal overtones," Gregory said with a shrug, laying back with his feet still firm on the floor, "I’m interested in what you said earlier today. The evil noblemen? That sounds like an interesting title.”
Ciel wondered if he should share his own family story since Gregory had been so kind to tell his, without any sort of prodding at all. He would think that it would be harder to get a backstory out of him. However, it would be nice to see a shocked expression on that apathetic face.
"The Phantomhives have always been known as the Evil Noblemen through select few lines of informants, as well as the Royal Family itself and those around it," he stated easily with a dark smirk, "The reason is simple; we get our hands dirty."
"You’re avoiding the question…" Gregory gave a sigh as he sat on the edge of the bed but he wouldn’t continue a useless conversation.
"But it’s good to see you rested, and as you are. It’s really unsettling to see you everyday tittering and being the lapdog to Clayton and Bluer. Well, with the knowledge that you’re apparently evil, as you said," he gave a chuckle.
"It’s tiring being their lapdog every single day of the week. If anything, they should be serving me," Ciel sneered, crossing his arms and putting one leg over the other. He hated being treated like a dog from anyone but the queen. He was a noble that deserved respect, and he’d be damned if he didn’t get it.
"I can’t believe you’re curious over my title. I didn’t think that someone like you would even care enough to be interested, given your usual bored nature. Do I really spark your intrigue so much?" he asked, that sneer turning into a smirk.
|Alois couldn't help but feel hurt by that statement, and he wined. He knew he hated cats, but still. He looked up with big blue eyes, as if begging him to recognize him.|
"This thing better be gone by tea time…" he muttered before walking back into his manor.
"Very worried. I wanted to talk to you earlier about what you meant that those shitheads being taken care of — but you weren’t on campus all day. You’ve been recovering here,” Gregory answered with no more than a sardonic tone and slight smirk. Though this issue was serious, if people were ‘taken care of’ like how he’d imagined.. it would only bring more questions from someone else, perhaps another outsider. Another curious set of eyes.
Ciel could tell that it was more of a serious matter than Gregory was letting on, but he didn’t allow it to come to a head just yet. He sat down on his bed. “Yes, it’s been a long, hard day for me, and I needed my rest. I’m so relieved that you decided to come and visit me Prefect Violet…” he murmured in a bit of a purr as he looked to the other, that smirk still playing on his face.