Several minutes later, Grell was being 'treated' to some of the Undertaker's bone shaped cookies and suspicious looking tea. Draped around him was a roughly stitched blanket, which felt so heavy against the shinigami's skinny shoulders. The Undertaker sat opposite Grell, grinning at him wildly. "Ehehe...you're lucky you didn't break that coffin, it's made from solid oak. Expensive, you know..." the Undertaker explained, to Grell's obvious disgust. "I don't care how much it's worth! Do you know how frightened I was?! This whole place is horribly creepy." Grell replied, whimpering at a jar that was near him, which seemed to contain several human organs. The Undertaker chuckled, wrapping a hand around the jar with his bony fingers to remove it from Grell's sight. He placed it on a high shelf, and as he was reaching up, spoke to Grell. "May I ask why you came to pay me a visit at such an early hour of the morning? Not that I mind, it's just...isn't it more common to visit people during the daytime?" the Undertaker questioned, smiling curiously at Grell before sitting back down again and running his tongue along a biscuit. Grell raised an eyebrow. "Well, I could ask you why you were taking a nap in a coffin! And shouldn't you be sleeping, not napping?! Just buy damn a bed!" Grell rambled on, before being silenced by one of the Undertaker's long, black nails being pushed to his lips. "Ehehehehe...so Grell's trying to divert from answering why he's here, hmm?" the Undertaker grinned. Scowling, Grell pouted at the Undertaker and pushed his hand away. "No! It's just....difficult to phrase. You see, it's such a traumatic situation!" Grell exclaimed, leaping up and letting the blanket drop from his scrawny shoulders. Before the Undertaker could react, Grell carried on. "You see, I've just been so lonely, of late!" Grell moaned, clutching a nearby book to his heart to demonstrate his strong feelings. "My heart aches for that scrumptious demon, known as Sebastian!" he cried, moaning out Sebastian's name longingly. Grell twirled and sighed, placing a hand to his heart. "But alas, he does not share these feelings. He cares more about that pompous Earl of his!" Grell proclaimed, scowling. "And this! This is where you can help me!" Grell smiled, pointing towards the Undertaker with one of his long fingers. The Undertaker grinned. This was starting to sound interesting. "How can I be of service to you then?" he smirked.
Grell retracted his finger and looked at the Undertaker darkly. "You seem to know everything about anyone. You have so much knowledge, it's...it's creepy. I want Sebastian to fall in love with me, and you are going to help me do it!" Grell said with a low, authoritative tone to his usually high-pitched voice. "And why would I do anything of the sort, ehehe?" the Undertaker asked, grinning and teasing the shinigami. Grell's face fell and he began to whine. "B-but...I-I'll pay you! Oh. Wait." Grell sat, pondering for a second, remembering the Undertaker's great dislike of the Queen's money. "Then I'll pay you in...laughs or whatever it is that you want. You want me to tell you a joke, right?" Grell asked, his face smiling and full of anticipation. "No" the Undertaker replied, a faint smirking smile forming on his lips. "DAMNIT! What do you want, you old creep?!" yelled Grell, close to throttling the Undertaker in his hands. Much to Grell's annoyance, the Undertaker got up and began to stroll casually back and forth; circling Grell, ducking his head towards Grell's face. He was so close that Grell could smell the tea leaves on his breath. Impatiently, Grell began to tap his slender fingers on the pile of books next to him, glaring at the Undertaker. "Love isn't that easy, you know...ehehe..." chuckled the Undertaker, whilst stroking his fingers across a jar containing a bloody heart. "It requires a deep mystical bond...one cannot simply..." The Undertaker paused his speech to flop himself across Grell's lap and stare upwards into Grell's eyes. "Fall into love so easily!" he finished, grinning widely at Grell. Groaning, Grell pushed the Undertaker off him and sighed. "Will you help me or nooot?" he whined, pouting sadly. Dusting himself off, the Undertaker got up and looked at Grell deeply, swaying. "Sebastian will never fall for you" he said, practically singing the words. An infuriated Grell leapt at the Undertaker, almost knocking him to the floor. "And why not?!" Grell cried, in a tone that was supposed to convey anger, but by the time it had left Grell's lips, it sounded more like the desperate meow of a kitten, eager for its milk. The Undertaker grinned, exposing his pearly and almost pointed teeth. "Sebastian by most counts is a demon, eh? A dark creature...with a dark nature." The Undertaker continued to grin, but in a sadistic manner. "You're too bright for him. He needs a tainted soul that has been through as much darkness as he has." Continued the Undertaker, by which time Grell was almost in tears. "B-but....! Teach me how to be all dark and creepy and weird!" cried Grell desperately, clinging to the Undertaker's beads which hung loosely around his long neck. The Undertaker placed one of his thin hands on Grell's soft hair. "Grell...ehehe...you amuse me with how stubborn you are!" he said, smiling. "Just tell me how to be...'dark'!" Grell growled, clutching the Undertaker's beads harder. "Weeellll...." the Undertaker started. "Looking around, I think we've already begun." Grell glanced around at the macabre sight of the funeral directory and gulped, shivering. The Undertaker just grinned, chuckling softly.
