Ciel's little yelp was heard by Sebastian, who immediately stopped kneading the dough. He looked up with a slightly concerned expression, wondering if he should just throw the tailor out the window and be done with it. The tailor was indeed human, meaning that he could not do much harm, but it still worried the butler. However, all seemed fine when Sebastian heard Ciel's exclamation regarding the tickling. 'Ah, so that's what it was' mused Sebastian to himself as he continued to make breakfast.

Alex took the garments out one by one, examining them. They were definitely the handiwork of Mrs. Baker. A bit on the old fashioned, classic side, but of high quality nonetheless. So these were what Ciel liked. Turning around and seeing Ciel yawn and ruffle his hair a bit, the tailor smiled. The candles were working and Ciel was becoming a little more relaxed. Alex had no intention of tickling Ciel again as the boy became quite agitated, but he did feel like completely holding Ciel in his arms. However, like a delicate garment, the work should not be rushed. Alex still had quite a lot to show for himself if he wanted to gain Ciel's trust. It would be helpful towards his mission.

"Ciel, the arrangement of your other duties should be left up to your butler to worry about. So how about we play a game and see how much we can delay him? He does seem like the most diligent of butlers. It surely won't be a problem for him" suggested Alex. Yes, it was payback for the rude way he was treated by Sebastian earlier. That butler was too full of himself.

Alex then pushed himself up to sit atop the dresser, looking at Ciel in a neutral way. Seeing the distrust and scowl in Ciel's eyes, Alex changed to a more serious demeanour. "I suppose I started off with the wrong style and look nothing like a tailor. And to an extent that is true. Your eyes see through me like glass, Ciel. I won't hide my past from you. I only recently became a tailor. Before this I was a circus performer" said Alex as he played with the measuring tape in one of his hands. Then with one single flick, Alex sent the tape flying straight out, knocking over the small container of sugar on the trolley. 

"The circus boss could not meet his debts and performers like me were sold as slaves. Mrs. Baker bought me for my hands. This measuring tape is all that remains of my past. Something which I am glad to leave behind. So yes, you not trusting me is correct. I don't expect you to trust me anytime soon, but at least I should get my job over and done with"

"So if you are comfortable with it, I would like to continue measuring you. Using Mrs. Baker's method this time."