[The tea in his cup is starting to cool all the faster the less of it there is, so he finishes it quickly and almost wishes he hadn't, if only to intentionally stall. The aftertaste is awful and the hot water in the pots that he'd used to make it is likely not hot enough to make another with any decent heat to it in this mess.] Done better to learn just what it is that you're dealing with. You wouldn't need to ask why he'd feel out of place if you had. It's not like the Earl Phantomhive to be so naive about such things, is it?

[He turns his head toward the boy, relentless.] You surviving worse before that butler came along is what. What about your life was so bad it made you smile like you did then, eh?