Bruce smiled, "You didn't make it easy...but there were a few scraps of records and bits of photographs to go by if I dug hard enough...to prove that you've been alive for quite some time...I'm guessing back to the 1800's." Bruce explained.<br/><br/>Sebastian smiled, "It seems we underestimated you, sir."<br/><br/>"If I may make a suggestion, ya might want to get rid of those links to who you really are. I don't doubt you've been careful, but things tend to slip through the cracks.."<br/><br/>Bruce nodded, "So....what did you hope to accomplish by letting on that you knew?"<br/><br/>Sebastian smiled, "My young master hopes we could form an alliance...both on the business front and with your moonlighting as a vigilante."<br/><br/>Bruce nodded once more, 'Of course...if you truly are Ciel Phantomhive, I hear you once worked as something called the Queen's Guard Dog? Dealing with the criminal underworld should be second nature to you I would say."<br/><br/>Bruce stood up and approached a grandfather clock on the wall next to Ciel's chair, "Alfred, prepare some lunch...our guests will be staying for a bit longer than anticipated."<br/><br/>"Already in the oven, sir." Alfred smiled.