[his butler? ...well. oswald was a servant of glen baskerville most of his life, so he supposes he can understand. he'll not end up as empty-handed as he did before, perhaps, but that's only if alois sinks his fingers into oswald's skin and holds on for the entire life of himself and ciel, too. (jack did that, for himself and lacie and glen and, oswald, are you sulking? it takes a lot, but.

he'd see, wouldn't he.]

Some people don't have the words— and others have doubts about themselves, or would rather hear about others. There's always a reason. [—and of course alois would wonder about the heavy things; oswald's jaw doesn't set the way he thought it would though, and he keeps his face blank.

goodness, this boy...

...anyhow. avoiding that subject!] Ciel told me... [not about alois, but that's just an added detail.] I suppose I could tell you that 'Glen Baskerville' is a title, if you recall calling me by it.

My name, however, is Oswald.

[and that's a start— one that alois already had, oswald can tell.]