
Ciel got out of bed groggily and tossed another pillow into Grelle's face.
"What are you looking at you old pervert." He scowled and got up, fitting into his house robe. Grelle started going on and on about how men shouldn't hit ladies in the face. Ciel looked up to him sharply and yelled.
"Since when do you count as a lady?!" And threw him out the door. Honestly, the past century in the human realm was so bland and civil. He had been running businesses and even set up a toystore or two under the company name. But that did not belay his purpose as the head of the demon underground and keeper of one of the eight portals. The mansion had become a tour spot for travelling demons to rest up while fulfillling their duty. Beds and service were only for the higher-ups on the demon hierarchy the rest got rations and a map. Either way it was more or less a hotel and he was becoming bored of the same old routine of eating souls. He feared he was becoming humane but Grelle just dismissed it as a phase.