So there was no concrete proof - as expected - which gave Grell very little reason to give up his act. Although, it might be easier to continue just being himself to a certain degree and drop the butler persona altogether. But should be do that, it could have consequences down the line. Weighing his options, Grell hummed once - as if dissatisfied with Wally's answer - and decided to stick to the plan for now. He was, after all, outnumbered and until the other team cornered him in an alleyway with blood and a dead body on his hands? There was no reason to give up the fight.

"Of course - officer of the law and all that," he said, flippantly waving his hand. Grell really needed to learn to stop playing with fire like this. Every time he found a man he liked, something got in the way: heartlessness, the law, allegiance, .....work. Stupid Will. Stupid sexy Will. Why was he still ignoring him?! A death god at full power could lay waste to this place. So why was Will content to leave Grell alone? That rummy bastard.

"---in the first place, would I? No offense."

Oh right, Wally was talking.

Turning his attention back to the conversation, Grell shrugged and flipped his hair over his shoulder, forgetting momentarily that said hair had been hiding the bruises on his neck. "None taken. After all, if I were to be found guilty of murder, I suspect I'd merely be murdered myself. That's how the law goes about here, isn't that so?"