Ciel Phantomhive: "Ciel, can I see your eyepatch?" you asked.
"No," he said curtly.
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because is hardly an answer." Quick as a whip, you pulled his eyepatch off. You stared at the strange marking on his eye.
"Y/N!" Ciel tried to grab his eyepatch but failed. "Give it back! Don't look!"
"I think you look quite dashing, really." You studied his eye calmly. "How many other boys - sorry men - have an eyepatch?"
"None," he grumbled. "Giving it back yet?"
"Nope. You're not wearing it around me."
Sebastian Michaelis: "You deserve a human man," Sebastian said.
"I prefer you," you told him.
"Why me? Surely you prefer a human man who you will grow old with. Someone less dangerous, perhaps?" Sebastian said glumly.
"I love you, Sebastian; not some random dude. Who can compare to you?" You kissed him, beaming.
Alois Trancy: "I'm going out, Alois!" you called.
"Again, Y/N?"
"Yep. I'll see you in a couple of hours."
"No! You're going to leave me!" Alois howled, throwing himself at your feet.
"What is this nonsense?" You groaned.
"Who are you cheating on me with?" Alois accused. "I swear, I'll rip out their tongue."
"I'm not cheating on you, silly," you said, scooping him up. "I'm going out to town."
"You're not leaving me," he said stubbornly.
"Alright, alright."
Claude Faustus: "I'm not right for you, my lady," Claude uttered.
"What are you talking about? You're not breaking up with me, are you?" you asked.
"No, you should break up with me."
"Why?"
"I'm not passionate or caring. I'm emotionless and I'm not someone you want to be with." Claude looked down.
"Oh, Claude. Being emotioless is who you are. I wouldn't trade you for anything." You cupped his face. "And besides, you always show me you love me."
Undertaker: "Am I handsome, dearie?" Undertaker asked.
"Very."
"What do you like most?" Undertaker pressed.
"Your eyes."
"My eyes?"
"They're beautiful. I love seeing them." You smiled.
"Really?"
"Really."
William T. Spears: Lately, William was unable to focus on his work.
"Are you okay, Will?" you asked.
"Yes," he said dully."
"Are you lying?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Am I too boring for you?" he blurted out.
"No. I like watching you hard at work. Plus, I can read!" You smiled.