Disclaimer: See first chapter.

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The shinigami was a perfect toy.

Toy...it was an amusing word, Sebastian mused to himself, as he tilted his head and breathed on the trembling redhead's neck, murmuring again, "Consequences wouldn't really stop you from coming to see me, correct?"

"I..I..ahh!" Grell bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out too loudly. What did Sebastian think he was doing? He had already made it clear before that he had no interest in him. So why the sudden change of mind? Grell narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but it was hard to concentrate when Sebastian was slowly undoing the buttons, and even harder for the red head to bite back an odd moan here and there.

Sebastian unbuttoned more of Grell's clothing, his fingers dancing lightly across more of the exposed skin. He slid the white dress shirt down a bit, and smirked against the back of Grell's now bare neck. Sebastian whispered over the occasional moan the reaper failed to conceal, "There's more to it than you're telling me, isn't there...?" Sebastian fell silent as he explored the others' chest absently, drawing forth a sound of not quiet protest.

Grell shivered as he felt the demon's fingers slide against his chest, and tried to talk before Sebastian could get too far. There was something wrong about this, yet Grell couldn't place his finger on it. Grell gasped as Sebastian slid a hand down his stomach, "Se..Sebastian, stop it…you can't…" Grell bit back a high pitched whine as Sebastian dipped a finger along his belt. There was something definitely going on in the demon's mind, and Grell somehow didn't believe all the light, feathery touches were going to last for very long.

The half half-hearted, unfinished plea went unheard, as Sebastian decided that what he was doing was totally unnecessary, but it was interesting to subjugate Grell to. Yes, that was all. It was fun to toy with the reaper's mind, with what the red head surely daydreamed about on occasion. Sebastian spoke again after a brief pause, as he moved both his hands to splay against the other's fully exposed chest, "What would the consequences of seeing me entail?"

Grell strained against Sebastian's hands, desperately trying to get away, but was unable to as the demon merely used his hands to hold him in place. Grell was about to use one of his own freed arms to try and push Sebastian back, when the demon reached up and used his left hand to seize long red hair. Grell sucked in his breath as Sebastian pulled the hair that had fallen forward, away from the reaper's throat gently. Grell leaned to one side, unconscious of his own actions, as the demon brushed his lips against his throat. Grell managed to bite back a groan when Sebastian scraped his teeth across the skin, before biting down lightly. Grell swallowed nervously, and, mindful of the bite hold Sebastian had over his throat, tried one more time to get away, "Let go!" Grell wouldn't be able to protest for much longer if this kept up...

"No, I don't think I will..." Sebastian retorted after drawing away from Grell's throat, a devilish smirk on his lips. He enjoyed how the other's fear was beginning to be dominated by excitement, longing…desperation. It was a delicious combination. Allowing his senses to drift, Sebastian deduced that Ciel was asleep in his bedroom, where he had left him earlier that evening. Good. Sebastian had time to play then. It was almost comical, the way the shinigami was desperately trying to deny any pleasure from what was happening. Sebastian calmly turned Grell around to face him, undoing the rest of the buttons of the vest, followed swiftly by the dress shirt beneath it.

Pale skin was revealed, and by the way Grell was blushing despite not looking at him told Sebastian that Grell liked what was happening, despite his continued efforts of telling him to stop, or of trying to get away. Sebastian reached out with his left hand again and seized Grell's chin, forcing the others' head toward him in order to lock gazes, "Stop struggling. It's boring me now." As Grell ignored the comment and refused to keep eye contact, Sebastian dropped his left hand onto Grell's left shoulder, gripping firmly. With his right hand, Sebastian placed it beneath the clothing on Grell's other shoulder. With another glance between them and a tiny little smirk, Sebastian slowly eased the clothing off of the shinigami's shoulders.

Grell opened his mouth to tell him to stop, when he saw that Sebastian simply continued to smile. Grell was momentarily confused, until he felt a leg hook behind one of his knees. Grell fell backwards with a cry of surprise.

Sebastian succeeded in peeling off the redhead's vest, dress shirt and jacket in the descent, and tossed them to one side carelessly. On the ground, Grell's blush was more noticeable, and the shinigami was staring up at Sebastian with frustration and something akin to...lust?

Sebastian hoped it wouldn't go that far. He had been planning on merely toying with the reaper and then leaving him hanging. Oh well. Sebastian decided to see how long it would take for Grell to cave in and answer his questions. It was a game after all, nothing more. At least, that was what Sebastian was telling himself as he loomed over the blushing shinigami beneath him.

Grell recovered from the fall fairly quickly, and peeked up at Sebastian, feeling self-conscious. The red headed reaper was feeling a little more than turned on with the way Sebastian was now pinning him to the ground. Grell kept his eyes on the demon as he shifted a bit, one hand gripping at the grassy ground. The direction this little meeting had taken was unexpected, but not wholly unwelcome. It was just a bit off. Really, what did Sebastian think he was doing? It wasn't like him at all...

Sebastian was leering now, as he reached out and plucked Grell's glasses off, flipping the chain connected to the glasses as he did over Grell's head. Sebastian set the glasses aside, before he fixed his gaze on his captive. Aware that he was pinning the reaper down in the grass, Sebastian leaned forward so that he was nearly nose to nose with Grell. Sensing a flurry of emotions going through the other, Sebastian's leer became more pronounced, "Are you going to reconsider answering me, or do I have to resort to regretfully forcing them out of you?"

Grell's eyes flashed at that, and he bared his pointed teeth up at the smug demon, who had tilted his head back a bit to observe his reaction. Grell hadn't anticipated any of this happening. He didn't know how he should respond. Other than to perhaps attack. With that thought in mind, Grell's hand suddenly closed around his materialized deathscythe, and he locked eyes with Sebastian, growling, "Get off of me! I won't tell you anything if you keep acting like this." Grell angled the deathscythe at Sebastian warningly, a dangerous look in his two-toned eyes, "I won't repeat myself, Sebas-chan." Oh, if only he could bluff his way out of this. Things were transpiring far too quickly, and Grell doubted he could resist if Sebastian were to go any farther.

Sebastian's eyes flashed in response, as if the demonic butler was almost entertained by the sight of the deathscythe aimed threateningly at him, "Well, then..." Sebastian slumped down on top of Grell, using one hand to force the arm holding the deathscythe to the ground. Ensuring that he had a good grip, the demon made himself comfortable, "I'll take all the time I need to get what I want," Sebastian told Grell matter of factly, and rested his head on his free arm, as he looked down intently at the other in silence.

Grell was attempting but failing to ignore Sebastian, owing to the fact that the demon was lying rather heavily on top of him. Sebastian was too close. Grell's grasp tightened on the deathscythe, but he was understandably distracted, and he didn't appear to remember how to start his deathscythe. It was also challenging to think straight as Sebastian was using one of his fingers gripping his wrist to trail tiny circles around it. Grell's grip faltered momentarily, before he set his jaw against the light touches, and redoubled his grip on the deathscythe.

Tension built between them, until it was nearly unbearable. For Grell, that is. Sebastian was content to wait for the reaper to make the next move, as he was getting more entertainment out of this than he had originally thought he would.

Grell finally let out a frustrated groan and made an effort to try and shove Sebastian off of him with that hand that didn't hold the deathscythe, "Please...I'll get in trouble if anyone finds me like this..." It would just be his luck if William happened to check up on him now and found him pinned down in the grass, upper body entirely exposed, with Sebastian lying on top of him, smirking in amusement. Grell could just imagine the lecture and work that would follow upon discovery.

Sebastian leer became a mocking smile, as he seemed to have sensed Grell's thoughts. Sebastian lifted his head a bit to allow his free hand to reach up and brush through the red head's hair, before it went to trail down the arm that didn't hold the deathscythe. The dark haired demon exchanged glances with the reaper, and then queried, "Again I ask...you don't really care about consequences, do you?" He leaned in closer to Grell's throat, lips brushing teasingly against the skin, "You just don't like the fact that you weren't in the mood for trying to seduce me because of those potential consequences, isn't that so?" Sebastian hesitated for a moment, before he began to trail light kisses up and down the side of Grell's throat, his smile widening ever so slightly as he heard Grell try to hold back a any kind of reaction. It was pathetically easy to get the reaper to respond.

Grell almost lost his grip on the deathscythe at the thought of Sebastian kissing him, even if it was just his throat. What Sebastian was doing to him was torture in the red headed reaper's mind, but he found that it was almost enjoyable. Yet...Sebastian was still teasing him. The kisses were becoming less gentle, and Grell finally made a frustrated, incensed sound when Sebastian nipped him roughly and nearly drew blood. That was it. Grell didn't think that a demon would have the capacity to be such a damn tease. Letting go of the deathscythe but leaving it within reach, Grell stretched out with both hands and forcibly pulled the demon away from his throat. Before Sebastian could respond to the touch, Grell drew him down into a rough, heated kiss. If Sebastian was toying with him, Grell at least wanted a kiss out of it. He was probably going to get into trouble anyway, whether William found him like this or not. The thought of injuring Sebastian with his deathscythe had vanished with the prospect of Sebastian actually giving him some intimate attention. Or whatever the hell it was that Sebastian was planning. Grell was at a loss for what was going through the demon's mind, and had decided to stop trying to figure it out.

Sebastian was, to some degree, surprised that Grell had actually managed to do something about the teasing. The demonic butler had hoped to merely drive Grell crazy to get the reaper to slip up and answer his question, and then Sebastian would be able to make himself scarce. Sebastian was drawn out of his thoughts as Grell sneakily slid his tongue across his closed lips, and the demon sighed at the action. Which wasn't the best idea, as Grell took that as an invitation to invade Sebastian's mouth with his tongue. Sebastian's brow furrowed at the bold move, as he had been under the impression with the appearance of the deathscythe that Grell had planned on trying to escape. The arms wrapping around his neck told him otherwise, as Grell took the demon's stillness as a sign to go ahead and ravish the inside of his mouth for as long as possible.

Despite the unexpected move from Grell, Sebastian quickly dominated the kiss, while miraculously managing to avoid getting his tongue cut by the others' razor sharp teeth. Sebastian freed his neck from Grell's very tight grasp, and broke away from the kiss for breath. Grell was panting slightly from the incredibly hot kiss, and was wearing a content expression, as if he were quite happy that he hadn't attacked Sebastian right away. On the other hand, Sebastian was wearing a faintly exasperated look. Well...damn. He hadn't meant for Grell to actually get a kiss from him, and certainly not a tongue laced one at that. Sebastian shuddered inwardly. Disgusting, now that he thought about it, but...Sebastian eyed the reaper looking up at him. Perhaps he could still torment Grell a bit longer, despite the unwanted kiss.

With a teasing little smile that showed he knew he had caught Sebastian off guard again, Grell spoke, "I'm still not telling you anything~." Grell lost his smile, and his expression became a tad concerned when Sebastian merely smiled in response and dipped his head down toward the redhead's chest, "For now, maybe, but I'll soon change your mind."

Grell was about to ask what he meant, when he felt the demon's tongue dart across his chest from side to side. Grell let out a whine, wanting to say something, but lost the thought when Sebastian started to bite. Grell instead tried to keep himself from crying out. Again, Sebastian had stunned him by doing something unforeseen...though it was quite enjoyable...despite the roughness. Grell lifted his head up slightly to cast a look at his deathscythe, considering, before he merely let his head drop back down to the ground. It was within reach if he needed it, and right now, if Sebastian were going to continue this, Grell didn't want to go anywhere, or do anything to make it stop.

Sebastian noticed Grell's hand twitch near the deathscythe, but when the reaper didn't pick it up, Sebastian turned his attention back to what he was doing. He had almost hoped the shinigami would have started a fight, but was obviously too turned on to be thinking straight. Dismissing the thought, Sebastian worked his way up Grell's taut stomach, drawing forth shivers with every lick and caress of fingers. The demonic butler turned his attention back to Grell's throat, using his hands to further tease Grell's chest and stomach, before he leaned up to draw the red headed reaper into another intense kiss. He felt Grell murmur happily (if not a little confused) against his lips, and Sebastian smirked in response, and slipped in some tongue before the reaper could even think of doing so.

Since Sebastian had started this, he might as well finish it too, and drive the reaper out of his mind while he was at it. That way, perhaps he could muddle the red head's mind enough that he wouldn't remember much of this encounter. During the kiss, Sebastian felt Grell start to fumble desperately with the buttons of his tailcoat and vest, and decided to allow the redhead to do so for a little while. He had initiated the encounter after all. He should let Grell do a little something...Sebastian soon broke the kiss and looked down at Grell expectantly, using his hands to pin Grell's down, and halt his hands from exploring. "Feel like answering my question yet?" Sebastian wanted his question answered before thinking about possibly continuing. His voice was a little more lustful than he would have liked, and it bothered Sebastian to no end that he was doing anything at all with this reaper.

Grell regained his breath after a few shuddering attempts to get it under control. William was sure to be able to tell something had happened, given his disheveled appearance, and the fact that Grell would more than likely spill the beans about the 'hot, steamy and passionate' kiss he had shared with Sebastian. Avoiding eye contact for the time being, Grell decided to tell the demon what he wanted to hear. "...If I saw you again, I was told that I would be given extra paperwork for a few decades, have to work double shift for up to five years and any overtime I work will be without pay." William would have no problem finding work for him to do to prevent him from seeing Sebastian. Especially if the dark haired reaper were to get any indication that Grell had made out with the demon.

Sebastian traced a gloved finger along Grell's jawline, "Is that all?" He doubted any of that would truly stop Grell from flirting ceaselessly with him like he normally did.

Grell let out a sigh as he felt Sebastian lean forward and nip at his earlobe through his hair, "N..No..." Grell managed to reply.

"What else then?"

"...Sebastian."

The deviation from the nickname Grell had decided to give to him caused Sebastian to lean back and look down at the shinigami with a perplexed look. The tone had sounded a little...off.

Grell remained looking away from Sebastian, "...William said that he'd confiscate my deathscythe again and find another division to transfer me to, and potentially fire me if I tell you something that would lead you to stealing a fair amount of souls..." Grell locked eyes with Sebastian all of a sudden, a strange smile crossing his lips, "You better have a good excuse for potentially getting me into trouble."

"I highly doubt that is much trouble for a reaper. A few decades is nothing to you, after all. Besides, isn't your superior always going on about being short staffed? I doubt he would have you fired, for any reason." Sebastian brought himself face to face with Grell, "Just so you know, I wanted a toy to play with. I've wanted to get some...exercise, but humans don't have enough stamina to keep up, and it is therefore boring." Sebastian nudged a knee between Grell's legs, drawing forth a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. Sebastian tilted his head curiously, "I assume reapers have greater stamina than a human?"

"E..Eh?" Grell instantly became wary, especially because Sebastian's eyes were nearly smoldering with what looked like an intense hunger. Though the smooth, lusty tone Sebastian had said his words in had been incredibly arousing. "Exercise?" The rest of the question sunk in, and Grell nearly rolled his eyes that Sebastian even had to ask, "Please, reapers are much hardier than any human. We don't tire as easily as a mortal would." Anything else Grell might have said was silenced, as Sebastian's hands moved from pinning his arms, and started to travel down his sides. Grell's eyes widened a bit as he let out a little yelp of shock. Grell shuddered slightly as he felt one of Sebastian's hands unbuckle his belt, while the other hand slid down his pants, to rest against a hip, rubbing teasingly in circles.

Sebastian smiled faintly as he spoke in a low tone, "Physical activity with another...is an excellent form of exercise."

Grell flushed deeply, and again wondered what was wrong with Sebastian, as with the way this was going, the red head was positive that he was going to be losing the rest of his clothing shortly,"S..Sebas...er...I mean, I thought...you didn't like me?"

"I don't. I'm just bored." Sebastian responded bluntly. He wasn't going to hide that fact. He meant it when he wanted to play, and Grell just happened to be the closest thing around to play with.

Grell instantly became angry at the demon's admission, as he had had a suspicion about that all along, and was about to reach for his deathscythe, when Sebastian closed the distance between them and stole another kiss. Grell dimly felt a hand tugging at his pants, and another hand tugging at the hand reaching for the deathscythe. Moaning softly into the kiss, Grell reached up and wrapped his arms tightly around Sebastian's neck to keep the kiss going, now worried that he was in a dream. There was no way this was Sebastian. It had to be some kind of trick. If Sebastian detested him as much as he said, there was no way he would willingly be doing this. Grell's deathscythe lay forgotten on the ground nearby, as the reaper focused his attention on the demon.

Sebastian, meanwhile, was in the process of removing Grell's pants all the way when he froze. Yet again he had been interrupted. Sebastian wore a faint scowl as he broke the kiss. Sighing, Sebastian reluctantly untangled himself from the redhead's embrace and stood up, flicking his gaze down at Grell, who was panting lightly from excitement, but now glowering at the sudden halt in activity. Sebastian was relieved by the interruption, but disappointed that he couldn't torment the reaper further. Perhaps anther time, if Grell was foolish enough to let his guard down again.

"What is it?" Grell was confused. Hadn't Sebastian had something in mind, like screwing him into the grassy ground...? Grell glanced down at his legs. Yes, his pants were off, meaning the demon had had that in mind. Grell's blush increased in its intensity. He had been so focused on the kiss that he hadn't completely realized what Sebastian was up to? Grell stared at Sebastian. Why had he stopped so suddenly? Though now that Grell's mind was coming back online, now would have been a perfect time to make a break for it.

Sebastian gave Grell the briefest of glances, before turning and walking in the direction of the mansion, "The young master is calling for me." It was one of the few times Sebastian appreciated the contract, because it meant he had to go appear before Ciel before too long.

Grell made an incensed sound, but the accusation he had been about to throw at Sebastian died away when the demon looked over his shoulder at him with an intense, calculating expression.

"If you're still interested in my...proposition, then you will wait here while I go and see why I've been summoned." Sebastian turned away again and vanished amongst the trees, taking Grell's light sigh of dissatisfaction as an agreement. As Sebastian entered the manor, he wondered why the hell he had offered to keep going, as this would have been the perfect opportunity to get away from the damned reaper. Sebastian gave his pants a brief, affronted look. Really, he was a demon, and even in human form he should have better control over his body after all the years he'd been around. Sebastian took the slightly longer way around to where his young master was calling him from.

Tormenting the reaper in such a manner should have had no effect on him.

Very curious.

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Grell closed his eyes after he had watched Sebastian disappear into the mansion. He wondered if he fell asleep, if he would wake up and find that none of this had happened. It would be upsetting, but it would make a lot more sense to him. Grell didn't think Sebastian would ever consider doing anything of a sexual nature with him. Sebastian had said he was merely playing with him, so there were obviously no romantic feelings to be had. Grell considered leaving just because of that, but stayed put, feeling almost ashamed that he wanted to be with Sebastian even if the demon was only amusing himself and using him.

Grell couldn't take the suspense, and decided that sleep did sound like a good idea after all.

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Sebastian left the mansion secretly, after seeing to what his master wanted of him (warm milk and honey, before promptly dropping back to sleep). Sebastian assumed that, based on the fact that Ciel's temperature had gone away, that he was likely to be all right by tomorrow morning. Sebastian headed into the surrounding woods, as he had sensed that Grell had stayed where he had been left.

Sebastian smiled as he drew nearer; Grell sprawled out on the ground where he had fallen earlier. Sebastian stood alongside the shinigami, and stared down at him, somewhat intrigued that Grell appeared to be sleeping. It was hard to say whether the reaper was breathing or not, and Sebastian allowed himself another brief smile. He had thought that the red headed reaper would have remained alert, surely having figured out his...eventual plan of what he was going to do. Grell would be stupid to not realize what he had planned, especially with the loss of clothing.

Sebastian loomed over Grell, wearing a smirk now as he began to remove his own clothing. While the shinigami annoyed him to no end, he was turning out to be a rather fun diversion when he had nothing else to do.

Grell woke up abruptly when a weight suddenly descended onto him, though Grell didn't have much time to piece together what was going on because his chin was seized and he was forced into a rougher kiss than before. Nor did he realize that Sebastian was smiling into the kiss and appeared to have something in mind that Grell might not necessarily enjoy.

Clink.

Kiss broken, Grell realized that Sebastian had used the kiss as an opportunity to handcuff his arms behind his back. Grell's attention was driven from his tethered arms, to lock gazes with the faintly smiling demon. Before he could ask what the other was doing, the world went dark. Sebastian had blindfolded him.

"Sebas...? What are you...?"

"Quiet." Sebastian wondered whether or not Grell had the capacity to keep silent. The demon smirked faintly. If not, he had other ideas of how to keep the redhead quiet. Though he decided to stick with the gag, for now.

"Sebas...mpff!" Grell's heart began to race when he was gagged, though he was currently wrestling with either being scared that he couldn't do anything, or being incredibly turned on with what Sebastian was doing.

"Hmm..." Bringing the gag along had been useful after all, Sebastian mused. He didn't want the mansion occupants waking up and coming to see why there were loud noises issuing from the mansion grounds. Sebastian turned his attention back to Grell, who was making uncomfortable sounds and shifting around nervously. "Well then, shall we? I do have a schedule to keep tomorrow."

Grell winced, wondering vaguely what would happen if he were caught out in the open like this by William. Would he attack or leave? Grell flinched again, deciding not to think about it and instead wondering why Sebastian had blindfolded him. Gagging he understood. The red head knew that he could be loud if he wanted to...

"..."

"...!"

Sebastian wondered if the gag would be enough. Grell was quite a bit louder than expected...

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The next day...

Ciel Phantomhive woke up that morning, feeling much better than he had for the past two days. Chasing after petty criminals on a cold, rainy day while not under the Queen's orders had certainly not been one of his better ideas.

"Good morning, young master. It seems as if you are over your cold."

Ciel cast a disinterested look in his butler's direction, and automatically took the cup of tea offered, "I suppose I am." Ciel sipped the tea, his eye following Sebastian's progress around his room. Ciel noticed that Sebastian was going about his duties with a bit more enthusiasm than usual, and was currently debating whether or not to ask him why that was. It seemed like Sebastian was pleased with himself for some reason. Ciel shook his head, and focused on his breakfast. He probably didn't want to know why.

Ciel twitched a silver tray smoothly came into view beneath his nose. Ciel gave Sebastian a bit of a look, but Sebastian merely smiled in return.

"It seems you got over your cold at the right moment, young master."

Ciel set aside his cup of tea and lifted the letter up off of the tray, and glanced at the seal, "From the Queen?"

Sebastian waited patiently as Ciel opened the letter and scanned the contents. He was a bit amused when Ciel's brow furrowed, as if he didn't quite follow what was being said in the letter. The minutes passed by in silence, until Sebastian prompted softly, "Young master?"

Ciel dropped his gaze from the letter and looked up at his butler, "It's merely informing me to keep alert for anything unusual occurring outside of London. When more information is known, I will be contacted with the details by way of one of the Queen's butlers." Ciel leaned on the desk and sighed, looking displeased, "It's likely to be Earl Grey." Ciel slid a glance at Sebastian again, "I don't think we'll have to worry about anything like the time before, but as he was the one to supposedly kill you…"

Sebastian smiled pleasantly, "If nothing else, it'll give him something to think about. Perhaps it will make him doubt his skill as a swordsman."

"You were struck on the back of the head, weren't you? That would kill most people. Being stabbed in the chest would often be enough, for that matter." Seeing the infuriating little smile aimed his way, Ciel decided to drop that train of thought then and there, and chose to glance at the letter again, "From the sound of things, we'll likely be paid a visit any day now, so I'd like to have my meetings that were to take place in London arranged to be here instead, for the time being." Ciel looked up at his butler, "Go take care of that now, Sebastian."

Sebastian placed a hand to his chest and gave a little bow, "Yes, my lord."

Ciel watched Sebastian leave his bedroom, and again wondered what in the world could have gotten Sebastian to be in such a good mood. He normally would have teased him a little more than that.

Odd, but not too odd for Ciel to be bothered with trying to figure it out. Sebastian was mysterious enough as it was. Ciel reached for his tea, instead turning his thoughts to what could possibly be raising the Queen's concern. As far as he was concerned, nothing disastrous had happened as of late.

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As I revised this chapter, I tried to keep it from going too OOC, so hopefully it isn't other than the pairing itself. Though by the end of the Sebastian/Grell encounter it might have been a bit ooc. Still decided not to write a lemon. I only appear capable of writing make out scenes.

And what's this, a plot point ? Well, more of an inkling to one. I moved the tail end of this chapter to be the beginning of the third one.