Out of the pan and into the fire, that seemed to be Alex's motto. Not a second after his hand had been removed did he feel the bothersome need to prod at his armpit. Yelping unceremoniously Ciel drew away from the tailor, glaring at him as he closed his arm against his side. "You're here to make me an outfit, not try to tickle me! You're trying my patience!" he shouted, feeling rather violated by that gesture. Why in the world would Ms. Baker, a self respecting tailor hire someone as utterly hopeless and ill-mannered as this? "Ms. Baker's methods have worked perfectly fine for me for the last four years and she's never once approached me as you have. And spare me your boasting, I've yet to see any reason to believe a word you say. In fact, it would not be completely out of line for me to say you're not even a tailor." After all, the only thing that Alex had shown thus far was he knew the woman whom Ciel employed and he happened to have a measure on him. Were he a phoney then the earl would make the boy come to regret his decision to trick him, either by his own hand or Sebastian's. As the boy went to his bag Ciel's eyes shifted to his dresser, making a mental note of the pistol tucked away in a compartment by the side. Should this loon try anything he'd find himself in a world of pain rather quickly.

"Excuse me? You want me to do what...?" To rank his clothing by his favorites... It wasn't such a thrilling concept, though not a particularly difficult one either. He was hardly a practitioner of fashion though, how should he know what was good and not? As far as favorites went he didn't really have any, clothing was clothing. Sniffing at the air as a new odor was introduced he looked at the candles suspiciously, frowning at their purpose. "I am not tense. I am simply not thrilled with having an assumed tailor treating me like a dress up doll," Ciel replied sharply. Snatching his nightie back he stepped towards his armoire, slipping the garment over his shoulders and tugging it down before patting it down neatly with his hands. With a sigh he pulled open the dresser, stepping to the side so Alex could see its contents. "There, these are the garments I reserve for events. I suppose the one you might call my favorite was ruined recently, so these would be reserves." Unable to help himself the earl yawned, lifting a hand and rubbing at his neat hair, disheveling it slightly. "Be quick, I'm already behind for my other duties today."