Amber hues were fixated upon the well tailored suit that stood but a few mere inches away; baffled at the similarities this being had with the younger Phantomhive. Oh, but it was the differences that this one bore that caught his interest. “My sincerest apologies..” At this range, even the prey’s scent was by far more appetizing; the experience and maturity the other lacked was very well present here. “I do believe this is the first time we’ve been acquainted” A subtle nod caused ebony strands to sway before he took a graceful step back, thus giving the prestigious guest his space. Optics even eyed the other’s person carefully, contemplating whether such a being was worthy of his attention. “My name is Claude Faustus and I am the Trancy’s head butler” The close resemblance the elder bore to Ciel made him suspect that he indeed was a relative, but he merely awaited to see what surprises this one brought up his sleeve. “I do hope I may be of some service.” The moment’s thought caused for a sly, but seldom smirk to caress nude lips.

   A brow bridges high up his visage, veiled thinly in boredom. "You say our first meet though your gaze seems to hold recognition," Commented in a flat tone. Perhaps they've crossed paths a time ago or he'd met a person with similar appearance... Oh.    Well, now his indecency to not bow but nod at nobility now made sense. He was still tempting to piece together who stood before him; The earl breath a low hung sigh past flush lips. The man was quickly proving dull. "Faustus," He'll bring the dark of his eyes to meet the butler's. Nod returned with a curtness.  "Earl Vincent Phantomhive." He graces servant with answer.    The mention of service brings to the corners of bows, an upward turn. "Service? I've no use for the common's service." 

// We all know it’s used for more. =3=