"It had best not be. I shouldn't need to stress the importance of having proper attire for an evening like this." Ciel remarked testily. Waiting until tonight for the outfit was really pushing the envelope, but he had little other choice. The event had been sprung on him suddenly and with no prior notice, so he had to scramble to find the proper clothes. When he'd threatened to go into town to purchase one he hadn't been kidding, despite Alex's seemingly skeptical reply. It wasn't as if money was an obstacle that limited him, as fact of the matter was he had more money then he knew what to do with. Any other boy in his age group would be eclectic to have so much money, likely running about buying God knew what. Ciel had no use for excessive spending, or at least that was the mantra he held himself to. He was not the atypical teenage boy, he was a respectable Earl and head of the Phantomhive household, and damned it he didn't act as such.

Finally deciding to act like a proper tailor Alex began to take the measurements for the new suit post haste. Just glad to be underway at last Ciel went along with what the other boy did without any resistance, moving in accordance to his requests. If he cared more about the look of the outfit he might be dictating exactly what fabrics to use and what colors. Like many other things though the earl simply didn't care, so long as it wasn't ostentatiously vibrant in color. Once he began working Ciel had to admit that Alex was by no means the blubbering buffoon he'd taken him for initially. Some of his movements were still a bit aggressive and needed refinement, but overall a job well done. That would have been the case until a rather daunting and bothersome mistake took place.

"Being able to fit my head would be useful," Ciel said, smiling faintly as he lifted his head for ease of access. Keeping as still as could be he waited for the measure to wrap around his throat, only to instead let out a soft grunt when his foot was unceremoniously stepped on. Gritting his teeth slightly his eyes shifted to Alex accusingly, opening his mouth to chastise the tailor for being a klutz. Before a single utterance came out he abruptly fell back onto the bed instead, and in just as quick a moment Alex collapsed on top of him. Closing his eyes in case any fingers went flying the earl held still for a moment, uncomfortable under the weight he found himself under. Not wanting to look he finally let one eye slip open, both shooting open in surprise finding himself laid out beneath the tailor. In a rather intimate manner no less, leaving him as red as brimstone and at an utter loss for words. Indignantly he reached up for something to grab onto, placing his hands on Alex's chest and pushing him off to the side with some exertion. Then in a hasty maneuver to collect himself he edged away, pulling into a sitting position at the head of the bed.

Still rather abashed by the awkward embrace all Ciel could do to help himself was look away from the tailor, fixing his nightie as though it had become removed. Why in the hell did these situations always have to happen to him? All he wanted was a new suit, and instead he was molested by the one fitting him. Still red in the face he swallowed nervously, turning his head slowly to look at Alex. "You say nothing of this to anyone, or I swear I'll have you dragged here by your throat..." he hissed, sounding more nervous than angry. What would people think if they saw that or learned of it? Knowing how gossip traveled he shuddered to think of what the implications might be. Him, Ciel Phantomhive, esteemed Earl eloping with a tailor, and a boy at that. It would be the death of his reputation.