There are several things Alex had expected to happen in his life. He had expected to wind up in jail, get a funky prison tattoo, get out of prison, and live the rest of his life in the eyes of society atoning for his crimes against the rich and noble while secretly training another thief to take his place.

Not once had he ever thought of becoming a butler to nobility. Not once had he ever thought he'd be standing in front of Cecil Phantomhive with a demon at his side. Not once had he thought that he'd wind up in a supposedly fictional universe and employed to a child of all things.

Then again, he hadn't thought he'd regain memories of a past life either.

Funny how things turn out.

Biting back a sigh, Alex gave the child his most unimpressed stare and almost laughed when Ciel's eye twitched.

He had a feeling staying at the Phantomhive Manor as one of it's butler's would be fun. That is, if he didn't die tragically in the process.

"Sebastian," His new master said, "Are you sure this one is as skilled as you said he is?"

Chancing a glance at Sebastian, Alex catches the demon smirking in his direction.

Alex scowls.

"Of course my lord," Sebastian says, "You asked for the best and I am in the process of acquiring them. It just so happens that young Alex here was closest."

"And what, precisely, is it that he does?"

"I'm a thief," Alex said before Sebastian could say anything, "You know, someone who robs people like you."

Ciel's eyebrow twitched, "I'm aware as to what a thief does," he said, "But how does that benefit me?"

"Aside from having access to my various underworld contacts? I can provide services as a translator for any French or Italian visitors you may have."

Ciel looked decidedly unimpressed, "Anything else?"

Alex shrugged, "I'm good at throwing knives."

"So you can defend yourself," Ciel said.

"And you should you ever come under attack."

Ciell considered this.

"Alright," He said at last, "You can stay. Sebastian, show him to his room."

Sebastian smiled.

"Of course my lord."

Alex, oddly enough, found himself taken to a rather small wing of the mansion on the ground floor. The wing itself was not as lavish as the rest of the mansion, in fact, it wasn't even decorated. No paintings lined the walls and instead of the fancy art nouveau candle sticks lining the walls the ones here were simply iron.

"I suppose this is the servants quarters then?" Alex asked, "It's certainly more than I expected."

"And what did you expect?"

"The servants to be made to share a room. Or perhaps a smaller building attached to the main house for the servants to share," Alex paused as Sebastian turned to look at him before continuing, "I've found it rare that the servants would get their own rooms in the main house."

Sebastian chuckled, voice dark and rich and Alex refused to acknowledge the shiver it sent up his spine.

"You'll find that the Phantomhive family did things differently. In return for their services and loyalty the late Lord Phantomhive gave each servant their own room."

"And I assume that there were inspections to ensure that the servants weren't hiding anything?"

"Of course. Though given that you brought so little I suppose that the inspections could be postponed."

"And here I thought you'd be dying to go through my stuff," Alex said, "I am a potential threat after all."

"You are only loyal to your next paycheck," Sebastian acknowledged, "However should you chose to betray my master I have no worries."

"Because you could probably take me out with a flick of your wrist." Alex said, crossing his arms over his chest as they stopped in front of what Alex assumed to be his room.

Sebastian just smiled.

"He knows what I am," Sebastian informed Ciel, taking pleasure in watching his master flinch,"However I doubt he had been involved in any cults."

"Then how could he know what you are?" Ciel demands, "You assured me no one would be able to guess what you are."

"As I said young master, he didn't guess. He simply took one look at me and knew."

"How?"

"It's possible he sensed my aura when I entered this world and recognized it when he met me. However, there are flaws to that theory as there have only been a few humans in history that could do such a thing."

"Are you saying he's magic?" Ciel asked.

"No, I'm saying that it's possible he posses attributes that normal humans don't have."

"Does it make him dangerous?"

Sebastian smiled. "Not at all, if anything, it's more of a danger to himself. Those who can sense demonic auras have especially delicious souls after all."

"Remember our contract Sebastian."

"Of course my lord."

Over the course of the next few days Alex settled into the Phantomhive Mansion. He got used to his routine, drag the breakfast cart to Ciel's room, watch as the brat ate, then drag the breakfast cart back to the kitchen and wash the dishes.

It seemed since the Mansion was lacking any other Alex was to be the butler and the maid, not the chef though, as Sebastian had commandeered that position.

Vaguely, Alex wondered if the demon liked cooking.

It's only when Sebastian disappears for a few days, presumably to find more staff, that Alex actually gets to cook for his employer.

Fuck, Alex thought as he remembered the intricate dishes Sebastian prepared.

Fuck.

In the end, Alex wounds up preparing an All Canadian Breakfast for Cecil, consisting of pancakes with maple syrup, and eggs.

He wounds up making an angel food cake for dessert, and honestly, who has dessert with breakfast?

Children that's who.

Either way, Ciel ignored the main part of the breakfast and goes for the angel food cake instead.

Alex's eye twitched.

He should have tried to give the brat porridge instead.