How brutish. Grell supposed that bludgeoning people to death was one way to ensure their end, but he didn't really see much style in it. Smashing through enemies without a care in the world, no finesse, no instructions needed - what a way to go through life. Grell preferred a nice sharp knife and all the time in the world. "Ah well, so long as they died for their crimes."

Glancing up at Luxord, he noticed a most interesting look in his eyes and his smile spread a little wider. My, my, was that what he thought it was? Perhaps he should find his scythe a little sooner than he thought. He might just get lucky because of it. He'd love to see what Luxord looked like, all blond hair and fair skin, when covered in a bloody spray. Would he smile like that or would he rage with beautiful fury like she had? Or would it be something completely different?

If his weapon was any indication, then the 'something different' seemed like the most likely outcome. "Cards?" Unusual, yes, but now Grell wanted to see them wielded. How did someone kill with cards? And wouldn't it be romantic to be sliced open by the Ace of Hearts? Or maybe even the Ace of Spades? Deliciously ironic, really. A flash of red different from the color of the suits caught Grell's attention and he reached out, dropping a finger on the card in question. "Seems like someone got into a spell with you, hm? Or is it just my imagination that has placed a smidge of red on this?"