"Again with the metahuman term. You really shouldn't classify Sebastian or even I that Mr. Wayne." Ciel said, before clearing his throat. "God I hate being in a young adult form, but if Sebastian tells me I must for the nature of this upcoming alliance between us, I might as well. Come in."<br/><br/>Ciel walked using his cane as Sebastian walked alongside him like a shadow. "I am most definitely of this planet. My name is Ciel, Earl of Phantomhive, owner and CEO of of Funtom. However, I inherited the company at the age of 13, in.. what was it? 1892." Ciel looked at Bruce Wayne again.<br/><br/>"Which is the second reason why I decided to have this meeting with you. I read the news article. I sensed a somewhat kindred spirit in terms of how the world's black underbelly decided to rear its ugly head and ruined both our lives. But then I met Sebastian and formed a contract. I gain revenge, and he devours my soul."<br/><br/>"For you see Mister Wayne, I am simply, one<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">hell</span></span>of a Butler." As Sebastian said this, his eyes turned pink and his pupils turned to slits.<br/><br/>"But due to a slight reformation of the contract, it seems so long ago now, Sebastian is now one hell of a Demon's Butler. So you see now Bruce, we are not meta humans. We are a part of this world, in the infernal sense. But as it is the 21st century, my old position as Queen's guard dog doesn't apply to Gotham. So I had Sebastian get myself a consultant license." Ciel finished explaining as he sat in a dining room that had an array of dishes.<br/><br/>"Do you take tea or Coffee with lunch Mr. Wayne?" Sebastian asked.