Color me flattered. [ Elizabeth tosses one pillow his way - if he's going to talk, he can help. ] I don't plan on making friends anymore than I'm making enemies. I want out, but I'm not going to sell my soul to do so. So... good cop or bad cop - you're safe with me.

[ UGH. Whatever! Asshole Alfendi may be blunt, but she stops her movement when he mentions Ciel. ]

Why? He's a child, is he not?