As he heard the girls story, a small smirk forms on his face. Ciel stifles a giggle, realizing that she isn't telling him the truth. "Missy, let me tell you one thing," Ciel says, his voice still filled with no emotion. "You are a terrible liar. You don't really hear of any new travellers coming in because of the war..." Ciel removed his hand from the chest, and shoved it into his bag. After a few seconds, he produced a chunk of meat he totally bought from the butcher.

"But still, its kind of surprising... Even the simplest of people know there's a war going on outside the walls of the city... I mean, why would anyone travel during a friggin' war," the boy spoke, trying to rip a piece off from the meat. "Theres only one thing you need help with Missy, and thats learning how to come up with a better lie. Anyways, why are you ferrying around that chest," Ciel said, his eyes directly focusing on the chest. "That's just making you a target for theft in troubled times like these... Also, be glad I'm one of those nice thieves who can spare a bit," he said, dropping his smirk, and averting his eyes from the chest.

In a few seconds a part of the meat tore off, and Ciel shoved his hand out. "Here, you might need this... I might of torn a bit too much off, but I'll be ok." In his hand he was holding out a part of the meat he tore. "Hey Missy, what's your name, and where do you really come from," Ciel asked, partially smiling a little. The tone of his voice was seemingly a lot friendlier than it was earlier.