Claude sighed as he prepared his new master's lunch. Chicken salad, as she'd asked. Such a simple master. He smirked, unlike Alois, this one had a soul he craved. A stronger craving than he'd felt over Ciel's soul. He mixed the ingredients, mumbling about cobwebs and whatnot. The only thing about this master was She was a little Different.
"DAMMIT CLAUDE!" he groaned, hearing her stomp into the room. He turned to ask what she needed but instead was met with a napkin to the face.
"My la- I mean, (Name)," the butler corrected himself, picking the napkin she'd thrown at him that had fallen on the floor off of the floor. "Why did you throw this a- wait. Is that a- OHMYGOD DID YOU KILL A SPIDER!?" He fell to his knees, weeping over his fallen comrade that was now just a corpse in a napkin. "WHYYYYY!!???"
"YOU KNOW WHY! I WOULDN'T KILL YOUR FRIENDS IF THEY STAYED THE HELL OUT OF MY BEDROOM! KEEP THEM THE EFF OUT CLAUDE!" she shouted, flailing her arms as her butler wept.
"Oh, and I totally can hear you when you do your creepy spider web monologue. This is an apartment, you know. Walls are thin. And you aren't that quiet. It's creepy and it keeps me up at night. NOW QUIT YO' CRYING AND MAKE ME A SAMMICH WOMAN!" she huffed and stormed from the room, leaving him to wonder why she'd called him a woman. He would ask after he made a memorial to yet another of the spiders she'd killed.