"Are we done discussing official matters now?"
The black haired reaper letting out a bugged noise with his lips firmly pressed together while Grell seated himself on the large wooden desk in front of him.
Wearing a bold smile on his lips while repositioning himself, not caring for the decent ordered paperwork his movements would disarrange - one of his heels positioned on the chair his boss was sitting on, dangerously close to certain areas so that one inconsiderate movement could be his last.
"You're cute when you are embarrassed by me talking about what you should admit to be the truth."
He leaned forward, nearly eyelevel now to the stoic man in front of him, raising a hand to rebuild the usual state of Williams' hair with his fingertips.
Letting out a small sigh he looked in the green eyes of his superior.
"You're cold hearted as always, not even melting under my touch while you can see in my eyes that I do, truly care for you, the one that I love and those injuries of yours."
William twitched as the flamboyant reaper ran his hand across his jar, touching the large wound that already begins to vanish.
"You've always been that kind of a man. Strong and wonderful, the type that always catches my attention. Really someone I shouldn't fall in love with at any point of my life. And still: Here I am."
Tilting his head to one side Grell closed his eyes. There wouldn't be an answer. There never was.
Silently he got up, glancing one last time down at the still quiet man, smiling as if he was never tired to show his shark-like teeth, knowing that he actually wasn't that good at flirting when it comes to matters of the heart and left.