"I wasn’t, it was just an example. You’re awfully rude to your guests, what if it was something important? Well, I’m not going to repeat myself, so you’ll never know."
This is where the unstoppable, casual eye rolls comes into play. “I’m not rude to any guest that comes through these doors of mine unless they call it upon themselves. You—on the other hand—aren’t a guest so much as you are someone who keeps finding different ways of getting inside without my permission.”
He’s not going to ask what he’s said because he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care.
”—Never know what?”
"I didn’t think I needed permission into your home, considering all the other places I’ve gotten permission to go.” Ciel’s habit was eyerolling, Alois’ was reminding the Earl of all the no-good they’d gotten up to together, as if he would forget. “But I am a guest. I don’t always come here just to get on your nerves.”
The blond shrugged, and sat back in his seat again. And waited. Curiosity was one of those traits they both shared, but so was stubbornness.
"You’ll never know what I said, while you were away with the fairies."