The weather was better and he'd gotten over being sick, which meant Ciel was taking a walk around the city. He may not be the healthiest of people, thanks to how frail his mother had been and passed that on to him, but he does prefer to be at least a little bit active. And his daily walks frequently took him by the obelisk.

So the teens arm was the one Blavat ended up grabbing hold of, making the boy stop and give him a look, hand tightening on his walking stick. He may not have gotten along with some people in the city, but most weren't so rude as to just grab someone as they walked by. Ciel, at least, was forgiving. Usually. And this gentleman looked new, if a little strange.

"The station? It's just that way." He raised the walking stick to point in the right direction. "But not many houses or apartments are available that way. You'd be better off looking near the shops, if you need somewhere to stay."