"How boring," he sighed, going back to poking at his food and nibbling at what little there was of it left. Although, giving Harvey his own little nickname would be rewarding. Just what to call him though? Oh, there were just so many names to choose from...! Grell smiled and wondered if he should just reuse some of his old aliases or if he should stick to new ones. One name in particular seemed appropriate to use here, but it could attract attention. Well, it wasn't like Grell wasn't used to doing that. "Angel," he said, winking at Harvey. "Since I'll be your angel of death from now on to help make your days full of fun and games from here on."

No more frowns for Harvey. No, Grell would be making sure the pretty American attorney-turned-vigilante would get his revenge in the bloodiest way possible. What would Harvey look like, Grell wondered, with Aguilar's blood splashing over his skin? Soaking into those bandages? Or whatever was hidden behind them?

You're not wanting to come back because you know there's no place for you to go back to. You're going to end your days as a mortal, Grell Sutcliffe. No one is coming for you.

The sudden reappearance of William's cold voice caused Grell to hiss at the air beside him. "You be quiet," he snapped, knowing how crazy it looked but not much caring. When it seemed no more disparaging comments were coming from the unseen gallery, he turned back to Harvey. "And as for that?" One last bite of toast, let Harvey stew in silence as he paused for effect and to allow himself to swallow. "Because I'm rather enjoying myself right now. And a damsel in distress should wait for her knight to save her, don't you think? William would be so disappointed if I went back before he had a chance to make his grand entrance."