Ciel didn't care how smooth a talker Alex may be, or whatever mysterious effects that the tailor might have on him. Meh-Rin was his and his alone, and he certainly wasn't going to lose her to some pseudo-tailor. The barrel of the gun was aimed directly between the other boy's eyes, unwavering in its path. Should he attempt to pull anything the earl was not going to hesitate to fire, if even necessary. Should his death be the ultimate course then Sebastian just as well could kill him before any bullet could. Like a cornered animal he slowly relented to his face, finally releasing the maid back into their care. That was all the case that the demon needed, immediately stepping forward and grabbing hold of Alex's throat, nearly throttling him to make him pass out. Satisfied that the situation was diffused Ciel finally lowered his firearm, smirking as he placed it on top of the night stand. What a shame, he hadn't gotten to shoot anyone. Perhaps, he mused, someone might be stupid enough to cross him during the event tonight. It had been a fair while since a criminal had crossed his path, and he was growing impatient in times of peace. Ah well, perhaps that was for the best, it meant he was serving the Queen as best he could.

"What should we do with him indeed..." Ciel mumbled, frowning to himself. Killing the boy still seemed pleasant, and yet there was a small voice nagging away in the back of his mind that refused to let him do that. He had to be punished for the murder though, it was obvious that he had done it. No one else had come in contact with her besides himself and Sebastian, and the latter would only have killed on his orders, or if Ms. Baker were a threat. The young earl stepped up to Sebastian and Alex, glancing up at the boy curiously. What a troublesome person, such a pain to deal with. In an infuriating moment he felt that similar sensation while glancing upon the tailor, his eyes locking on Alex's face for perhaps a second longer than necessary. Hiding it behind a ruse he reached up and grabbed the boy's jaw, making him look down to see if he was truly out cold, yet also stealing a glimpse. "I think perhaps bringing him to the event tonight would be best. Keep him restrained in the carriage until the evening is done, and we can deal with him afterwards. I don't want to dilly dally any longer Sebastian, we're almost running late." With a casual glance in Meh-Rin's direction he offered a faint smile, feigning his gratefulness that she was safe before leaving the room. "I'll be in the carriage, deposit that sack and then bring him down." After tonight there was going to be a fair bit of questioning and interrogation, and after answers were given then Alex's fate would be decided. 

A few moments later and the trio was on their way, set in the horse drawn carriage heading to the Queen's home. Ciel rode in the back per usual, though had a guest with him in the form of an unmoving Alex. Try as he might as they rode his gaze kept settling on the boy, occasionally slipping to parts of him besides his face. This was insane, why was he so fascinated by the tailor when he was so adamant to hate him? Sniffing indignantly the earl hesitated for a moment, picking himself up and moving next to Alex, his face flushing slightly. Just once he'd let curiosity propel him forward, and then be done with it. Looking at the boy to his side once more he bit his lip, reaching down and taking one of Alex's hands in his own. For a moment he simply looked at it, running the pad of his thumb over the knuckles and back of the boy's hand. It was surprisingly soft, he'd admit, and cool to the touch. Taking a look at the windows as if he expected the demon to be spying Ciel smiled nervously, lifting said hand and holding it against his cheeks. Again he blushed, this time though a deeper red. It felt... Nice... Carefully separating Alex's fingers he let them brush across his face, even going as far to have the thumb brush lightly across his lips... And then he pushed the hand away. What in the hell was he doing? Looking at the tailor abashed he turned his head away, beet red as he shifted in his sight. What was getting into him?