Grell took a deep breath. He could do this. Before he could knock on the door of the Phantomhive study, it opened seemingly of its own accord. Sebastian's face appeared at the door.
"How may I help you?"
Grell felt slightly disconcerted. He coughed into his fist before speaking loudly. "Mr. Phantomhive, if I could just have a moment of Sebastian's time…"
Sebastian moved aside as a dark haired youth came to the door. Ciel looked at Grell, intelligent cobalt eyes assessing. Grell offered a weak smile in turn.
"Um, I'm sorry to disturb you…" Grell gave a quick bow to show his deference. "But I was wondering if Sebastian could show me how to make tea? I mean I know how, it's just…" Grell looked down at his shoes.
"I can never get it right. It's either too cold or too hot or…something."
Sebastian beamed. "Of course." He turned to Ciel. "That is, if the Young Master permits…?"
Ciel rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He raised his chin expectantly and Sebastian bent to kiss him swiftly. Ciel gripped his butler's shoulders and hummed in satisfaction.
Grell felt his face heat up, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight. "Uh…"