The strangeness of that encounter left Ciel rather uneasy, doing his utmost not to show that however. Alex had been much too friendly just then, certainly more so than a tailor should be to their client. What's more he was another boy, making what looked to be obvious advances on the earl. For what reason then did Ciel not hate the other young man? He felt confused, uneasy and on edge, but angry was not a word he would have used. Bothered rather by his own thoughts he went to the door once Alex had left, secretly glad for Sebastian's presence. "If he's already got my measurements Sebastian then it would be wasteful to not allow him to make my clothes," he stated simply, sighing to himself. "When he does return later though I demand that you are in my presence at the time. He... Is different, and I don't like it." Whatever game Alex may have been playing at it was to stop here and now. If what he thought was going on turned out to be true, as much as he dreaded that possibility, he'd have to stop it before this could get out of had. He'd had enough girls, and yes even some boys try to win their way into his favor. Almost positive that was the case here Ciel looked to Alex with a renewed sense of vindictiveness and skepticism. 

"I'm going to have to eat in my nightie... This is ridiculous..." Ciel grumbled, stepping out of his room. How embarrassing, walking around like a child in his pajamas. Hopefully none of the servants saw him in such a strange state, as it was terribly unbecoming of someone of his position to be dressed like this. They likely would not care, but should their loose lips speak word that their master waltzed about in his nightie he'd be the subject of jokes for some time. Taking the familiar route down the corridor and descending the flight of stairs to the common room the earl then went to the dining room. It was as it should be, neat and orderly with a hot meal awaiting him, courtesy of Sebastian. As it always would be, he reflected, smiling smugly as he sat himself in the chair at the head of the table. Crossing one leg over the other Ciel looked at the food before him curiously, his fingers drumming on the hard table top idly. "Something about that boy bothers me, Sebastian..." he said randomly, frowning. "He's too friendly and casual, he acts as though we're friends. As soon as she is available I wish to have Ms. Baker here to speak to her about him. I'd like to know why she employed someone as... Unusual as him."