Opening one eye, Grell eyed the man standing before him. Blond, pretty good looking, and (finally) a fellow Brit. Those were three checks in his favor, along with that charming hand put forward. And a fourth, really, because this was a man who shared his love of carnage. And not just of any bloody free-for-all, but the true beauty that could be had in doing things right. Here was someone that he may just be able to get along with in just the right way.

If it wasn't for that niggling feeling that something was off about him. Something off, like it was missing. Or...that something wasn't how it was supposed to be around him.

Reaching out to take the man's hand, he smiled and didn't care to hide his teeth this time. It might even be a charm point for all he knew. "The pleasure is all mine. I wonder though, my mysterious gentleman friend never gave me a name - might I get one now?"