Such confidence! If they guy didn't look like he could bore a hole through a demon's head with his gaze, he might even be somewhat attractive. Unfortunately for him, he had a gaze like the basilisk, making him rather frightening to look at. But then...that had an appeal all of its own, right? Maybe. His personality had yet to be seen beyond 'gets hit in the forehead' and 'I am not amused.'

"O-oh...I see..." Grell said quietly, picking up the glittery pen to trace a few marks around the page. How lucky for him! It was red. Beautiful red marks traced across the white, swirling and sparkling like blood spilled on porcelain skin in the moonlight. Moving the pen in slightly more controlled strokes, he began drawing roses, each petal carefully etched in glittery splendor. Alright, it was childish, but he couldn't ignore that it was pretty. Raising his eyes slightly, he glanced at the other man and then tried his best at a smile. It came out more like he was seasick though. "Um, might I ask your name, sir? Er, I mean, uh... I'm Grell Sutcliffe, formerly employed butler to the Burnett household. ...now might I ask it?"