As Grell approached the door to her flat she fished the key out from her pocket and slipped it into the lock. The door opened with a soft click and she strode inside where suddenly her levels of red clothing didn't stand out anymore; no in her flat they very much blended with the surroundings. Her flat was decorated with almost nothing but various shades of red; red walls, red furniture, red roses, everything some shade of her favorite color. Every flat was essentially the same basic layout; with a parlor, washroom, kitchen and one or two bedrooms, hers only had a single bedroom, not that she minded. Her flat was simple in structure, but grand in essence.

A large sliver gilded mirror that sat on the left side of the door met her as she walked in; she paused to look at her reflection as she dropped her bag by the door. She often looked in mirrors to see if she looked decent, or to check her hair throughout the day, but normally she never made a point to actually examine her own face and features. She stood there, frozen; examining every last one of her features that she could see. Her chin that wasn't soft enough, her jaw line that was far too harsh, her eyes that didn't have the lush full lashes she wanted, her neck that was far too thick, her shoulders that were so broad, her hard brow bone, her lips that weren't plump enough, her flat masculine chest; just her face and body that no matter how hard she tried to make them different, just couldn't be the way she knew they should be. She pulled off her leather gloves and gently touched her fingertips to her reflection and her own face, trying to ignore the masculine lines of her hand. Pretty for a man, but horrible for a woman, not even considered a woman… she thought to herself. Even with all the makeup she used to try to disguise all these little flaws, it wasn't enough; underneath it all a man's body still housed her soul.

She shut her eyes tightly as her hand clenched into a fist and shook her head as if she could force her soul out of the body in which it was housed. Grabbing onto her hair at the roots she fell back and slid down the door to the floor, still shaking her head. As she sat on the ground still leaning back against the door she tried to force the thoughts that were plaguing her to leave; all the little reminders of how wrong she was. She wondered what she had done to deserve such a punishment; to be forced to spend eternity in something that she was not and to never even be acknowledged as she knew she should be. So much for a good day I suppose, stupid mirror she thought to herself, trying her best to pull herself back before she fell into the darkness of her mind again. She took a deep shaky breath, holding it in for a moment before she exhaled; as if she could breathe all the negative thoughts that plagued her out of her mind. Stop. Remember you're going out with Will tonight; you need to look your best and be on your best behavior if you want a second one. This is no time to dwell on the mistakes of God.

She pushed herself back up off the ground, arms wrapped around and holding her together, deliberately turned away from the mirror. The normal click of her heels was silenced by the deep scarlet carpet of her flat as she made her way to her bedroom. She passed by a wall that seemed to house nothing but framed photographs and a gentle smile graced her lips as she paused to admire them before she opened the door to her bedroom.

If the living room had seemed red, it was nothing in comparison to her bedroom. There was only a single thing in the room that was not completely red; a handmade doll of burlap that bore a striking resemblance to a particular demon. It lay on her red four poster bed, surrounded by large plush pillows and blankets. As she swayed into her room she made a line straight for her bed and fell into it with a thud that pushed the air from the nest of fabrics.

As she sunk into the sea of velvety redness she reached for the crude doll and hugged into close to her chest. I wonder what you're doing Bassy, ahhhn if only you could be here with me instead. Hehe though if you did find your way here I doubt either of us would leave this bed again. She thought, smiling a perverted grin to herself. She kissed the head of the doll and put it back in its place amongst her pillows and sat up, stretching her arms out with a loud yawn.

"Alright, no more moping Grell, William will be waiting for me tonight and I'm not going looking like this."

With that she made her way to her wardrobe and threw open the doors. Sometimes it even surprised her that she was able to keep the doors closed in the first place; it was full to bursting of clothes. She had countless dress shirts, various pants, several vests, and a large amount of dresses all stuffed into a single wardrobe. She quickly pushed aside her work attire; this was not a business dinner, no matter what William might say. Tonight was a dress night, though what kind of dress was another story entirely.

Grell was a woman who loved fashion, and she certainly wouldn't be caught in anything less than beautiful. She pulled the first few from the wardrobe and laid them out across her bed, taking a moment to carefully arrange each one in a way that it could best be viewed. In front of her were three red dresses: one made of long silk that clung to her body like a second skin, another of high necked lace that gave her the appearance on chaste innocence, and the last a rather short piece that showed off her ankles and part of her calf.

She tapped a finger to her bottom lip, contemplating what each would signal to Will if she showed up in it. Dammit William you're a hard man to please and you never even show an actual interest in after dark activities. She thought as she discarded the first gown. Hmmm maybe I would be better off just showing up in my work attire, at least you wouldn't be able to complain about that, or maybe you would, rotten sadist.

She rolled her eyes and pulled out the pocket watch she kept in the pocket of her trousers; 6:47, she had already lost half an hour. She growled at herself grabbing at the roots of her hair again, it seemed to be a habit of hers when she felt distressed. How to dress for an occasion such as this? She had to make a choice soon if she still wanted to have enough time to fix her hair and makeup without being late.

The situation felt far more stressful than it should have been, she reached behind her bed for a stone she kept for situations like this; it was smooth and cracked from her rubbing it furiously to keep herself calm whenever stress started to approach her. She had actually only started using it after the Jack the Ripper situation when Alan suggested that she find something that could help her alleviate the stress before it got too bad. She took a moment to breathe and rub the stone, reminding herself that everything would be fine.

When she finally put the stone back in it's place by her bed she looked down at the two remaining dresses and weighed their looks in her mind. They were really two opposite ends of a dress spectrum, one being perhaps even more conservative than William was and the other being almost as revealing as she was. It seemed to be an impossible choice, but she didn't want to take the time to go through all the dresses she owned; it was better to just choose between the two she had in front of her. She thought perhaps it would better to at least try to see what they would look like in each, but the prospect of looking in a mirror again was one that was holding her back at the moment.

This is Will, he probably won't know what to do with himself if you show up in something too revealing, it's probably better to stay at least a little conservative tonight. She mused looking at the dresses. She picked up the short one and held it against her body, looking down to judge how it would appear. While she would have preferred to wear the one she held to her body, she knew it would be far too much to bring on a night with Will. Tossing it aside she picked up the lace number and held it up, twirling around with it.

She looked down at the lace she held to her body; it seemed older but also timeless in it's own way. The lace had a beautiful floral pattern to it; intricate roses and leaves, scarlet against crimson. The longer she looked at it, swaying with it held against her body; the more it made sense to wear it for this night with William. He was a conservative man, he might seem cold and harsh but she was sure she could find a way to bring the warmth of red into him if he would simply let her.

"Alright this one it is." She chimed happily as she hung it on the door of her wardrobe. Reaching up to her mouth she pulled a leather glove off with her teeth and flicked it onto her bed before pulling the other off. With her head cocked she stretched out her fingertips watching as the pale skin moved, the veins beneath the surface pulsing lightly. She was always fascinated by her own blood, how it pulsed inside her. No time for that now she thought shaking her head. She needed to hurry and dress herself.

Her fingers deftly moved to undo the buttons of her vest, shrugging it off and tossing it atop her bed. With quick succession she moved to undo her ribbon, shirt, and trousers; casually tossing them aside. She looked down, eyes roaming over her own body and a deep seated sadness filling her heart as she did so. When she looked down she saw everything she didn't want to see, everything that was wrong. With a deep sigh she closed her eyes, trying to imagine herself as she knew she should be; slender limbs and waist, full breasts, round hips, soft features, everything that a woman should be. She stood, gently swaying as she let the perfect image of herself seep into her mind.

It was an image that she'd held in her mind since she was young, always knowing that she was meant to be a woman. She remembered being a child and wanting to dress in pretty dresses like all the other girls, but being told time and time again that she was wrong, that little boys like her wore shorts and not dresses or skirts. Oh how she had cried every time her mother forced her down to cut off her hair when she found her tying it into pigtails herself. So many years of being forced to act as something that she knew she wasn't; yet even now, though no one forced her to act differently she was still told time and time again that she was wrong. How could she be wrong though? Didn't she know better than anyone else who, and what she really was?

She tried to shake the old memories from her mind, she didn't have time to wallow in the past; not when what could possibly be her future was waiting for her. With a firm nod of her head she pulled the dress over her head, since it was unbuttoned it hung loosely over her slender frame. With a sigh she set to doing up the buttons one by one until she reached the last one at the back of her neck. With a grin she put her arms down and began to smooth the lace fabric against her skin.

She twirled herself around her room for a moment, enjoying the rush of air that came with it. Shit what time is it? With a roll of her eyes she stopped twirling and began searching for her pocket watch. It's balled chain stuck out from beneath her trousers and she found in a mere moment, holding it up to her face she mentally cursed herself when the time read 7:13. In all her dark thoughts she had lost precious time that could have been spent getting ready; it looked like she would have to go for something simple rather than dramatic for her makeup and hair tonight.

"Dammit I can't believe how stupid I'm being!" she screeched pulling at the roots of her hair in exasperation. She marched herself to her vanity and sat down as she pulled her hair over her shoulder to begin brushing it. Despite the ridiculous amount of effort she had to put into her hair every day it was her favorite thing about herself. It seemed to be the only about her that felt as feminine as she really was. It's long silky feel never failed to remind her that no matter what anyone else might believe of her she was a woman.

In a flurry of motions she worked on her hair and makeup until she deemed herself appropriate. She didn't remember rushing through her date routine like this in quite some time, but it couldn't be helped with all the time she had wasted tonight. She looked so much more conservative than she normally would have liked to be, but perhaps it was for the best, after all she was meeting William tonight. With the final addition of a velvet and ruby choker around the high neck of her dress, she was ready for her night. She glided out of her bedroom and back to the main part of her flat, she had enough time still left to make her way to Will's and be a bit early.

William's flat wasn't far from her own, just a down the hall a ways actually. Dawning her trademark coat she gave a cursory glance to her flat, her gaze still avoiding the mirror on the wall. Her gaze was kept straight ahead as she opened her door and stepped out into the hallway. With William it was always better to arrive early rather than late anyway, with this in mind she locked the door to her flat and turned to make her way to William's.

The walk there had never felt so long before tonight. Grell had no idea why she felt so nervous tonight, her confidence often managed to get the best of her in other situations so why would it choose to abandon her now? The clicks of her heels seemed to echo loudly through the empty hall; she didn't understand how people weren't coming out of their flats to investigate the noise she was making. In truth she was the only one who could hear their click, but her nervousness made even her heartbeat sound like the thundering of a drum. The relatively short distance between their flats seemed to be miles long at the moment, stretching on far past her sight.

It was a blessing that she didn't need to breathe, especially since she was starting to think she wouldn't be able to for very long. She would be coming up to his door soon; realizing this she tried to summon up her usual courage and confidence, but to no avail. She came to a stop, standing in the hall just a few doors away from William's. You need to calm down, this is what you've been waiting for. Will is finally giving you a chance, you should be focused. She mused to herself as she took a deep breath.

Her back straightened up; imbibing her with a look of confidence she tried to convince herself that she had, before she strode forward to William's door. A deep breath filled and left her lungs with every step she took, all in attempts to calm her rising bundle of nerves. She wasn't far from his door now, but her heart was thumping wildly in her chest; after so long of chasing Will he had finally given her the time of day. By the time she was in front of his door she was certain that he could hear the beating of her heart through the door. Her mind was running more than a mile a minute, her thoughts felt like a raging storm. She took a final deep breath and held it in before she lifted hand to rap at the wooden door to his flat.

When he didn't answer right away she felt her internal panic begin to rise; maybe he was standing her up? She held her breath in her throat before she reached up and rapped her knuckles a little harder against the wood. As soon as her hand removed itself from his door and went back to her side she heard the barely audible clicking sound of Will's door finally opening to her.

"It would seem you're actually on time. I admit I'm rather surprised by this Grell." William's flat voice sounded as a look of mild surprise passed over his face before falling into his usual unamused expression.

"Really Will, A lady should always be on time for a night out with a gentleman like yourself~." She purred trying to imbibe her voice with her usual confidence and sexual prowess that he was used to hearing.

William gave her an irritated roll of his eyes before they coldly roamed over her body; almost as if he was inspecting a report on his desk. He didn't look pleased, but he didn't look disappointed either; perhaps that was a good thing. She thought she'd made the right decision in dressing more chastely than she would've preferred, after all different men had different tastes.

"Of course," he muttered before turning his eyes to gaze into hers. "Very well, let me get my jacket and I shall port us to our destination, wait right here."

"Of course darling, whenever you're ready." She chimed excitedly as William gave her a curt nod and ducked back inside his flat. Grell tried to restrain herself from getting too excited, but it felt rather difficult at the moment. It was only a moment, but it felt like forever as she stood there waiting for him to return.

Will reappeared in a mere moment, having dawned a jacket of his own. He gestured for her to move out of his way as he pulled his door shut and locked his flat. Grell could still feel excitement bubbling up inside her and it was threatening to break through her surface.

"Now then, after some consideration I've decided that perhaps we should dine at a quaint little French establishment, that should be a good compromise for the both of us; understood?" he asked peering at her from beneath his glasses.

Grell readily nodded to his words, she would go anywhere that he would take her. William gave her a curt nod in return and offered his arm to her. Grell eagerly grasped at his arm pulling herself as close to him as possible. A slightly sneer accompanied a roll of her supervisors eyes before she felt the familiar sensation of being ported away.

When she opened her eyes she was slightly surprised to see they were in what appeared to be an alleyway, she looked around curiously hoping that she would spot something to explain their strange placement.

"Umm Will what are we-"

"I did not want us to appear where we could be seen. This is a human restaurant, I don't want anyone we work with to get the wrong idea, nor do I want us to simply appear in front of crowed street."

"Oh…alright darling, whatever you think is best." She chimed after taking a moment to consider what he had to say.

He gave her a curt nod before freeing his arm from hers and gesturing for her to follow him. She was a little saddened when he took his arm from hers, but she followed after him nonetheless, walking right beside him. He didn't meet her eyes as they walked, keeping them straight ahead.

"This is where we'll be dining tonight Grell." He stated coming to a stop right outside a small restaurant that was lit by tapering candles everywhere and seemed to give off a aura of comfort and warmth.

Grell's eyes took in the building excitedly before she eagerly nodded at him. He nodded and ushered her inside, holding the door open for her. The redhead couldn't deny the giddiness that was welling up inside her but she tried her hardest to appear calm on the surface. William followed in right behind her before walking past her to speak to the host.

She hung back behind as the two men spoke, not wanting to interrupt them. After a moment she felt a hand grabbing hers and pulling her forward. Will was tugging her towards the back; she followed behind him at a brisk pace only slowing when they reached a booth against the wall.

"Here you are, your server shall be arriving shortly." The host said to Will before giving a short bow and walking away.

"Grell, sit."

She quickly slipped into her seat, large grin seeming to be plastered to her face. Their date had barely begun and already she was giddy with excitement. The atmosphere of the restaurant was quaint but lively, perfect for an evening between the two of them. Will took a moment to make sure she was fully seated before he took his own seat across from her; sitting rather stiffly.

"This is simply wonderful darling, it's so nice and quaint here."

"Yes, I chose this particular establishment for various reasons, it's still suitable for my tastes yet small enough that I could bring you with risking too much going wrong." He replied reaching up to straighten his glasses, face stoic as always.

Grell wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she opted to simply shrug it off and enjoy this evening with him. Her eyes began to scan around their table searching for her menu, but it seemed she didn't have one; that was strange, after all William was holding his. She would have to ask their server for one when he returned, surely it was just a simple mistake. She had grown to have a rather deep appreciation for those that served others ever since the time she had found herself playing such a part. True playing to part of a butler hadn't be too difficult but there were times when making appear that she was doing it was difficult and she couldn't imagine what it would be like to truly have to do such things for a living.

"Your work was actually rather satisfactory today Grell, that was something I haven't seen from you in a while." Will commented as he flipped through his menu.

"Well I did tell you I was capable of that darling, must you always be so surprised when I do such things?"

"Of course it surprises me, consider you seem to think it's part of your job description to neglect your paper work at all times."

Grell was going to reply with a snarky comment but it died in her throat when their server arrived, asking them what he could bring them.

"Actually I was wo-" Will raised a hand to cut her off, turning to face their server with his usual stoic face.

"A bottle of port and two glasses. And as for our food I'll be having the Striped Bass en Papillote and he will have Fricassee De Poulet a L'Ancienne."

Grell was a little shocked; she'd never had someone order her food for her before. It seemed very sweet that William would do that for her, enough that she let a smile grace her features. Their server nodded in understanding before bowing himself away with Will's menu in hand.

"I'm certain you'll enjoy what I've chosen for you, if not then I'll order you a salad." Will voiced absentmindedly as he straightened his cutlery.

"Oh well thank you for that Will, I suppose that makes the most sense; heaven knows I couldn't have ordered anything for myself since I-"

"Yes I'm well aware of that; that's precisely why I ordered for you."

Oh Will for a man so cold you can be so sweet she thought to herself as she felt a slight shiver run down her spine from his words. He must've really been paying attention to her if he knew what to order her; she didn't think he'd been thinking of her like that. It still seemed a little odd that he wouldn't even give her a chance to make a choice, but she thought perhaps that was his way of showing his interest in her.

When their wine arrived he opened it and poured her glass for her before pouring his own, asking her how she enjoyed it taste after her first sip. She had to admit she found the taste to be rather pleasant, if a little on the bitter side. She wasn't enjoying the silence between them and tried to make some kind of conversation, thinking that perhaps it would be best to discuss work, at least until their food arrived.

He seemed to listen much more than he spoke, occasionally nodding or offering a comment on her work ethic; while most of his words weren't exactly positive they certainly weren't scathing either, she took that as a good sign for the conversation. The more she talked the more at ease she felt, words slipping with ease from her lips as she prattled on about nothing very important.

When their food arrived she stopped talking long enough to admire the plate set before her, it seemed William had made a good selection for her, although she had to admit his food looked delightful as well. After his first initial bite of his food he gave her a nod to signal her to begin eating her own. As soon as the taste hit her mouth she had to hold back a slight groan from it's wonderful taste. He asked her how she liked it and all she could do was nod and tell him that it was wonderful, she thought she could see the very beginnings of a smile on his lips for a moment before it disappeared again into his usual stoic look.

After a bit she tried to strike up conversation again as they ate; deciding on their time in the academy as a better topic, one that might perhaps get him to speak a little more. He seemed to push it off at first, but the more she spoke, the more he seemed to hold an interest, even speaking up a few times, and once actually offering up a chuckle. She was starting to feel like she was getting somewhere with him.

And so their evening went like that, all through their meal until their plates were carried away, even as they remained there drinking their wine and talking away. She was wondering just where they would be going, but when she was starting to believe she would have to give up Will finally spoke of his own accord.

"I admit, I have found this evening to be...rather enjoyable. Perhaps there is hope for you after all Grell," William said with a rather smug grin.

Grell cocked her head at his words, what did he mean "hope for her"? Could that be William's way of saying he might actually be interested in taking this farther than just a single dinner date?

"What do you mean Will?" she asked, taking a sip from her wine glass. William reached across their table and places his fingertips on the hand that held the wine glass up to her lips, signaling her to put it down. As she moved it down back to the table's surface Will took his hand back and sighed closing his eyes.

"You must understand me Grell; I am not a man who accepts failure in any aspect of my life," he paused leaning back in his chair and removing his glasses to clean them. "I've been paying attention to everyone and everything since our time back in the academy. Out of our entire class you and I had the greatest potential for success, and you can see where we both have come since that time. I have come farther than many others would've gone had they been in my position. You on the other hand, have really done nothing more than squander your talents."

Grell wanted to give him a smart remark, "squander her talents"? She had done no such thing! Remember; be on your best behavior tonight! She reminded herself, deciding that it would be best to bite her tongue and simply say nothing. William put his glasses back on and opened his eyes before continuing, "Grell, I have no desire to spend this eternity of ours by myself."

He leaned forward, touching his fingertips to each other into a kind of pyramid. He stared at her intently, his green eyes bore into her in such a way that it almost made her feel naked. Behind his eyes she could feel the energy that radiated from him, the real reason he could be so attractive to her. William might not have looked like much, but he housed enormous strength and intellect, back at the academy he had beaten her when it looked like no one else could; these things made him seem like a man who was worthy of her love.

"Because of your true potential you are the one person that I could even possibly consider allowing to share in this eternity with me; however you are also the one person I could not spend an eternity with, or at least you were."

Grell was in a complete shocked silence, she had never expected to hear something like that from Will. Her, the only one he could spend eternity with? Will, you really are a romantic. Her mind was in such a happy fuzz that she barely registered William's words as he continued to speak.

"Over the last several months you have begun to show me significant improvement and ambition in your work. Today proved to me that you are capable of more than you've been giving me."

"Oh Will trust me, I can ~give~ you the best night of-"

"Stop. Just stop. Don't make me change my mind."

Grell quickly shut herself up, huge grin still plastered to her face. The corner of William's mouth turned up at her sudden silence as he continued.

"Good, now then; tonight you have proved that your company is not as mind numbingly awful as I would've expected. Therefore I would like to give you an offer of my own."

Grell held her breath, an offer? In all the years she had known Will she had never known him to make any offers to anyone; well, other than overtime. She cocked her head and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Will, what kind of offer could you be talking about? I've never seen you like this before.

He leaned back once more, bright green eyes narrowed intently as he stared back into her eyes.

"My offer is this, for the next month you and I will go out at least once or twice a week. I will also monitor your work very closely and at the end of the month I will make a decision about whether or not to further this relationship, do you understand?"

Grell couldn't bring herself to speak, she was too shocked. She had never expected William to say anything like that her. Her mind was nothing but static, completely unable to process the words that had just left his mouth.

"Grell? I asked if you understand."

She rapidly shook her head, trying to force coherent words to leave her mouth. "Y-yes, I understand. Oh my goodness Will, I-I just never expected to hear such a thing from you!"

"Of course didn't, I would never want anyone to expect me to seek out such company. Now then finish your wine and I'll return you to your flat. You are to continue with work as usual; and not to let anyone know of this agreement until I have reached a conclusion at the end of the month, understood?"

"Yes sir~" she purred giving him a rather lazy salute.

He rolled his eyes in irritation and gestured at her to finish the wine in her glass. With a bubbly feeling in her heart she raised it to her lips and let the taste wash over her tongue, too distracted by the wonderful feeling in her heart to care about the beverage in full. This night seemed to have gone well all things considered, but then his offer had sent it flying into something far more wonderful.

With a satisfied exhale Grell placed her now empty wine glass back on the table, flashing William a large grin as she did so. With a nod from him she pushed her chair back and stood up, hurriedly pushing her chair back in and rushing to his side to link her arm with his.

"No." He said curtly, pulling his arm from her and pushing her aside.

Ahh must you always play so hard to get? Even when you give me a chance? Will you're so wonderfully cruel. She thought with a bemused grin as she fell into step right behind him. She followed along, practically vibrating with excitement as he paid their bill and tipped their waiter, all the while the cold expression never leaving his face.

"We'll be joint porting back to the flats, I'll walk you to your door." He stated simply as they exited the restaurant. Once they made their way back to the same rather clean, yet deserted looking alleyway he offered her his arm which she readily took in her own. Her ringed flames watched Will give the area around them a cursory glance before he gave a curt nod to signal her that they would be porting away.

Her eyes shut tightly when she felt him begin their port, the familiar squeezing sensation making her slightly uncomfortable as it always did when someone else ported her away. Once she felt her feet hit familiar ground again she peered out into her hallway, a small bit of disappointment filling her when she realized Will wouldn't have far to walk her at all; even so she couldn't quash the feeling of excitement she felt from the prospect of more than just casual dating between them.

Grell clung tightly to William's arm, despite the look of irritation that spread across his stoic features, she was determined to hold onto him for just a little longer, to hold onto the feeling of being wanted. Despite his obvious discomfort he allowed her to remain as they walked the short distance to her door, coming to a halt just beside it.

"Alright here we are, I'll leave once you're inside."

Well that certainly didn't sound like any fun. A slight pout rose on her lips before she gave a small shake of her head.

"Couldn't I at least have a kiss?"

"No."

"Oh come on Will! What about a hug?"

"….fine but then I'm going home."

A smile spread across her face when he agreed as she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace as his body stiffened beneath her touch.

"Alright now let me go Grell."

"As you wish darling~" She purred pulling away from him and shooting him a rather cheeky wink. His own ringed eyes rolled at her antics but she didn't care, she thought this night was the start of something wonderful. Slender fingers fished her key from her pocket to unlock her door, she didn't want to keep him too long in case it jeapordized her chances of this continuing. The door unlocked with a gentle click before she pushed it open and turned to face William again, giving him an almost sheepish looking smile.

"Well I suppose this is goodnight then?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, hoping he would take her bait and make some kind of move.

"Yes, Good night Grell, it was a pleasant evening; don't be late for work tomorrow." He replied giving her a nod and turning to walk back to his own flat without a single look back to her. His strong stoic form moved stiffly but not in such a way to would be awkward, more as one would imagine a Greek God strolling about the earth, full of power and purpose; how it made her melt on the spot.

She slipped back into her flat, pulling the door closed with her. Once inside she slid down her door hugging herself with a happy squee. She didn't care about that mirror right now; how could it tell her she wasn't a beautiful woman when a man like William wanted her? It couldn't ruin this night no matter how loudly it screamed.