It seemed like the Doctor couldn't see through Grell's disguise, which was good. It meant he could relax a little for the time being. And really? Grell would have loved to travel, but he'd seen enough of the world in London to last him eternity. People were people no matter where they went and unless someone interesting came along to shake things up, then he spent his days in a fair amount of boredom. Which was why the Madam had been so beautiful and also so very disappointing. Nodding slightly, Grell looked down at the book beside him again and ran his fingers over the spine. "I-I suppose...if I get the chance."

Out of the corner of his eye, Grell caught a grin from his mysterious Mr. Smith and he had to hide a smile himself. He was such an eager man - so full of life, so very long lived... What his Record would show could fill Grell's life with endless entertainment. It really was a shame that his deathscythe was missing. Remembering his role, Grell made sure to stare like the Doctor had grown a second and then a third head. "A p-planet? A planet called Barcelona? Are you quite mad? There's no such thing!"