What were his actions but spite to his enemy? What did she deserve? Well, anything if it would shut her up. The Earl was careless and selfish. He didn't care for her. He may have taken her hand at a dance but that was just to provoke her beloved. He saw her as nothing but loud and stupid. But he was cunning; oh so cunning. "Good evening, Miss Elizabeth," He chimed with a false elated demeanor.

The sight of the young Earl infuriated Elizabeth. He had tried to steal her away from her dear Ciel. This ball, tonight, was merely for the sake of her betrothed. He had asked her to accompany him, and she gladly said yes, unknowing that the Young Earl, Alois Trancy, would also be attending the party. "Good evening, Alois," she said coldly but with a smile on her face.

"Oh, come now!" He exclaimed with a carefully rehearsed smile - one of tenderness; earnest and recognized. Alois had a skill. Maybe it was worthy of talent in the dramatics, maybe it was just second nature to him; a talent that had been forced upon him. Survival was its greatest extent. Abuse and words of detest the infinite ache in his body and skin - all of it he had to ignore, to wear with disinterest. If he was going to play the noble young man, he could definitely do it. "Are you not enjoying yourself, Elizabeth? You don't plan on shunning me all evening, I hope?"

"Shunning you?" She casually replied. She didn't want the past to repeat itself. Elizabeth knew the Earl Trancy was a trickster; she could tell by his devilish grin. However, he didn't know that she was good at the game that both of them could easily play. "I don't seem to understand what you mean?" She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows in curiosity. The green of her eyes showed innocence to the people around her, but sent daggers at Alois.

The boy had inwardly groaned at the girl's response, letting just a gaze of stoic affliction onto his pallid face; shortly lived but still flashed to be seen. Taking in a slight breath he held it momentarily before breathing it out through his nose, returning to his gentle smile. Though they were both speaking of tame words to one another, another conversation was taking place between them; one of hate and insipid fondness. "Don't mind me. I'm speaking through my arse, I suppose," he began with a chuckle, not wanting to over-do his sweetness. He allowed that word to pierce the kind exhibit.

"Yes, I suppose you are," she agreed, still smiling of course. His behavior was rather obnoxious and she found him repulsing. Only one night had set this life-long hatred in stone and she refused to move past it.

"Elizabeth!" The Earl Phantomhive beckoned her to his side across the room where he was speaking with, who she assumed were, high class business representatives. She never really paid attention to names. She smiled in her fiancé's direction and began to walk past the blonde boy. She stopped as they were side by side. "Do anything wreckless tonight and you'll regret it," she whispered.

Elizabeth. She was growing up. He felt the sudden release as his face returned to its comfortable apathetic setting. He didn't have to pretend anymore. She had already broken that part of their encounter. With a glance to her direction his blue eyes met the stubborn green set that refused to turn his way. With his hands balled into fists and canines beginning to crush together, the bogus Earl took another sharp intake of perfumed air, his words low, stained with enmity. "We'll see."

She huffed quietly and continued on by walking towards the Earl Phantomhive. As soon as she was farther from the Trancy boy, she smiled widely and started lightly skipping to Ciel's side.