A deep chuckle leaves the once-female as he approaches the "countess". "Someone out there must have an awful sense of humour to do this to you as well," Corinne comments. "Huh," he pauses, observing the young Phantomhive. "I was right. You would have been born a pretty girl."
"Awful indeed, or rather, downright detestable, trying to throw my reputation in jeopardy. Ah, I don't feel quite right hearing that... --" Ciel spoke, only without that unmistakable boyish drawl to 'his' tone. Instead, taking it's place, she looked and sounded very much like a young, flowered Countess. She uncrossed her gloved arms, and not about to throw away polite decency he -- she was going to offer her hand for a handshake. She stopped mid-way, upon widened blue eyes and parted cherry lips once she realized who it was she was speaking too. "Wait -- ...Corrine?"
{Corrine -- Wait it's Cornielle now is it -- which is it? -- Whatever, AKDLKLDKDSSGD GET IN MY BED, MADa... ER, MAN. }Â
