That smile was a gorgeous thing, wasn't it? Of course, Grell wasn't about to lend his heart out to anyone - not until he saw them awash in blood. That was what had stolen his breath away when he saw her. Her anger and anguish, her pain and righteous fury at the women who threw away that most precious gift given to all of womankind; it had been glorious. When the blood hit her pale skin, it was like watching Da Vinci paint. Each splash of blood that marred her skin and stained her hair had been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Until Grell saw that against Luxord's skin, he'd have no idea whether this man was to be his next Romeo. For now, however, he could delight in the laughter he brought to Luxord. Smiling, he crossed his legs and casually ran a hand through his hair, brushing it back over his shoulder. "How did you know? I take pride in my work, love, and I don't stand for anyone mocking it. But what is it that you do, hm? I don't mind talking about me, but I have far more interest in you right now."