And he wouldn't have been wrong either. He was the son of a nobleman, several generations in service to the queen, he had a very particular upbringing. And that upbringing provided any number of enemies.

"Pleased to meet you, Odo. And please, Ciel will do. I don't feel quite old enough yet to warrant a 'mister' tacked on." He managed a faint smile, just thinking about being called Mr. Phantomhive brought a soft laugh.