"And it is a discipline of my hired help to alleviate some of the work bestowed upon me," Ciel remarked, giving a small roll of his eyes. "Which considering the massing pile of papers I've been dealing with they've thus far done anything to help. Then again... I suppose no help is still better than complicating things." If his servants had done anything in these last few years it was improve their work ethics. Sure mistakes were made, more than one would think, but at the very least they worked more often than not now. Rare was it that he needed to go down himself and dispense orders, a big change from how it used to be. Musing over Sebastian's remark with a smirk Ciel shook his head, cocking an eyebrow expectantly. "You're willing to follow any order so long as it does not cause your untimely demise. Besides that, you mean."

Feeling the nightie being lifted off of himself Ciel closed his eyes, a ghost of a smile playing out on his lips. "Yes... Have everyone wait for me..." he mused, sounding rather bored at the idea. "To be quite honest I've little desire to attend this, but as a formality and duty I will. I would be none the less disappointed if they were to begin without my being there however." Hell, they could finish the event well before he was slated to arrive for all he cared. The entire celebration was superfluous; extravagant and over the top as so many royal gatherings were. It wasn't the nature of the party so much that annoyed him, but the required attendance, that was something he could do without. Just as the shirt was being lifted up onto his head it was abruptly dropped again, an unfamiliar and curious voice prompting Sebastian to speak.

His usual tailor would not be making an appearance, it seemed. Much to Ciel's chagrin her replacement looked to be an arrogant young man, stupid enough to speak back to Sebastian. It was amusing in a way, the man had no idea just who, or what he was speaking to. He seemed awfully presumptuous when speaking, as if simply because there had been a prearranged appointment he was welcome to come and go as he pleased. Ciel may have asked who let him in if he cared enough, though he really already could assume it was one of the other three bumbling about his estate. Whatever the case this boy had little business being here, even if he was the tailor's apprentice.

Ciel opened his mouth to deny the tailor a temporary stay but Sebastian was quicker to make the point. Smiling amused the Phanthomhive boy turned around and grabbed the eyepatch out of the drawer. "Sebastian, normally I would agree with you... However," he paused, taking a brief moment to strap his patch on. "It does need to be taken care of, and if he is here then we might as well get it over with." He wouldn't mind the opportunity to knock this smug tailor down a few pegs himself, teach him to be so bold. "Go take care of breakfast Sebastian, I'll be out as soon as this is taken care of."