A half hour later, Grell was lying on his side, staring out the window, as Sebastian moved about the room gathering stray clothing up off the ground. How they managed to get all over the place was a mystery. While Grell might not care if Ciel knew what they had been up to, Sebastian didn't want his young master to know. He didn't want Ciel making jokes or teasing him about it. Sebastian wouldn't be able to live it down. Therefore, Sebastian scoured the entire room and cleaned it up meticulously, to make it look as though nothing had occurred between himself and Grell. It would stay that way. Sebastian turned his eyes to the bed, which was the last thing he would need to take care of. Of course, there happened to be a very weary reaper lying practically in the middle of the bed. Sebastian supposed he could always prop Grell up in a chair while he cleaned. Or the floor. Whichever worked better. He supposed it depended on Grell's ability to move...if he could.

"Sebastian?" Grell asked tentatively, unsure of Sebastian's mood at the moment. He didn't want to upset the demonic butler and cause him to leave.

"Yes?" Sebastian asked distractedly, as he had suddenly realized that he'd need to get a new vest and white shirt (Grell had ripped it up, and it didn't appear to be redeemable, even with sewing). Sebastian turned his attention to the bed again, and saw that Grell was looking up at him hesitantly, "What is it?" Sebastian prompted, while at the same time realizing that his pocket watch was missing as well. Where could he have put it? It had been in his tail coat, and he had set it aside...

Avoiding Sebastian's eyes, Grell spoke up in a quiet tone, "May I...take a bath?" He hadn't had one since he had been injured, and he'd rather not get any of his newly stitched wounds infected.

Not saying anything in response, Sebastian merely approached the bed and picked Grell up without asking and took him into a nearby bathroom, to allow the reaper to use the bathtub. Grell, too weary to protest, merely leaned up against the bathtub when he was set down. Grell cast Sebastian a curious look. Did Sebastian actually expect him to be able to use the bathtub on his own, with his injuries? Seeing Sebastian turn to leave, Grell guessed the butler did think he could take a bath on his own. The door shut and Grell let out a low sigh of disappointment. He had hoped that Sebastian might stay there to make sure he at least didn't hurt himself while moving around. Shaking his head slightly, Grell set about getting the bath ready. He wasn't exactly sure how long it would take for him to get clean, but he needed to be careful to not reopen his wounds. Grell couldn't use as much water as he would ordinarily like to use, deciding he shouldn't get his wounds very wet, until they had had a chance to heal a bit longer.

Sebastian left Grell alone, deciding that it didn't matter much to him whether the reaper drowned himself or something of the like. Sebastian would, however, come back to take Grell back into the spare bedroom he was temporarily using. Speaking of the bedroom...Sebastian headed there and cleaned the bed and remade it in a short amount of time. Sebastian was sensing something again as he went about his task, but he couldn't find the source. Finished cleaning and tidying the room, Sebastian didn't feel the need to linger and wait for Grell to get clean. Figuring that it would take Grell a longer amount of time in the bathroom due to being injured and newly sore, Sebastian went and cleaned himself up in another bathroom of the mansion. Looking presentable once more, the demon butler decided to go and check up on Ciel. After all, Ciel was his responsibility, not Grell. Stopping short of heading down the staircase, Sebastian observed with amusement that Ciel and the other servants were still at the whim of Lizzy and her games. Apparently, she was very excited about something, by the way she was acting.

"Ciel! There's a ball coming up and I want you, as my fiance, to take me to it!"

Smirking at Ciel's very unhappy expression at the word 'ball' and the unpleasant memories it no doubt drudged forth, Sebastian decided that Ciel was still sufficiently occupied. Ciel continued to allow Lizzy to lead him around in circles in an impromptu dance, making Sebastian wonder why Ciel hadn't tried to get him to come and get Lizzy to stop. No matter. He hoped to return shortly after dealing with Grell. Sebastian backtracked and went in the direction of the kitchen, to get dinner prepared in advance. He highly doubted that anyone would be thinking about it until it was already past dinner time. Not with the distraction known as Lizzy. Ten minutes later, Sebastian was headed back upstairs to check on Grell. Sebastian vaguely wondered if reapers could drown, but somehow it seemed very unlikely. On the way to the bathroom, Sebastian stopped by in the spare bedroom and gathered clothing that had been left by the reaper who had treated Grell's numerous injuries. Leaving the room again, Sebastian walked a little further down the hall and stopped outside the bathroom. No need to go inside until he heard that Grell was finished inside. Sebastian waited there for nearly forty-five minutes before he heard the sound of Grell tentatively limping around. Waiting for a while longer, Sebastian opened the bathroom door without knocking and held the clothing out to Grell, who flushed upon seeing Sebastian and took the clothing with trembling hands.

Seeing Sebastian make no move to help him, Grell quickly started to fumble into the clothing, avoiding looking directly at the demon. Grell hadn't thought that Sebastian would have helped him get his clothing on, but it would have been nice to have a little help. Or at the very least, couldn't Sebastian have not watched him while he was getting dressed? It was a little disconcerting with Sebastian's eyes on him as he attempted to get the clothing on at a somewhat quick pace. What he could sense from the other's mood, Grell knew that Sebastian probably wasn't going to be patient for very long. The white shirt was easiest to get on, and when Grell got to the pants, he managed to get them mostly on, before he felt a wound twinge. Grell let out a strangled cry from the pain that flared up, and lost his balance, going in for a sure meeting with the ground, which might or might not hurt as much as his wounds currently did. Grell was understandably surprised when Sebastian caught him and scooped him up, carrying him out of the bathroom and back in the direction of the spare bedroom they had been in earlier. Grell had all but gone limp in the demon butler's arms. Even if it was only for short amounts of time, he loved being held by the other man. It didn't happen often, especially not when he was well.

Sebastian entered the spare bedroom and set Grell on the bed, watching as the reaper curled up slightly on his side. While Sebastian had learned most of what he had wanted from Grell, he still hadn't gotten a straight answer about the demons, whenever he had asked about what they had been talking about. Grell couldn't say much about it, and Sebastian hoped that he had provided enough of a distraction that Grell's memory might have been jogged. That, and the bath should have relaxed him further. When Sebastian saw that Grell had settled on the bed, Sebastian decided to try and ask again. He settled on the bed next to Grell, and though Sebastian couldn't see his face, knew that the other was wary of his presence. Sebastian ignored this and spoke, "Have you happened to remember what the demons said, Grell?"

Blushing a bit, Grell looked away, feeling a little happy that Sebastian had said his name. Then, he started to feel a little irritated, because Sebastian's question meant that the demon wasn't done grilling him for answers. Grell really wasn't in the best of shape to be remembering things, especially not after some of his wounds felt like they had been reopened, after he and Sebastian had...Grell stopped that train of thought and was silent, unsure what to say to Sebastian at the moment. In addition to the dull throbbing feel of his wounds, Grell also felt extremely sore. The red headed reaper flushed again, realizing that Sebastian had said that William was in the room next door to them. Had he heard him crying out? What would William think when he saw him again?

Sebastian could tell that Grell's thoughts were drifting, so Sebastian reached out and turned Grell over, holding him up against his chest loosely, one arm around his back, the other running through the red-head's damp hair, "Is there anything you can tell me about the demons other than their auras?"

Grell almost started talking, feeling pleased that Sebastian was holding him so closely, when he remembered what he had been going to say. "Are you going to let William out of the other room?" Grell questioned. No doubt the dark-haired man was beside himself with the thought of being outsmarted by a demon.

Sebastian smiled faintly, "You can yourself, once you're able to." Sebastian wasn't about to go and loose the other reaper, knowing that William would more than likely either attack him or start scolding him, which would draw everyone else in the mansion's attention. Sebastian wanted to avoid this. He was perfectly content to leave the other man tied up, so he had one less thing to worry about.

Grell wanted to tell Sebastian to let William go now, or he wouldn't say anything at all. Sighing inwardly, Grell immediately dismissed the thought. Given his current weakened condition, Grell doubted he'd be able to convince Sebastian to do anything. Grell rested his head against Sebastian's now clothed chest, and enjoyed the close contact with the demonic, knowing that being with Sebastian wouldn't last for very long. Grell even knew that Sebastian only seemed to want to toy with him until he grew bored of him. After that, Grell would be left alone, and all he would have would be William giving him disproving looks for who knows how many years. Grell really didn't want to think about it, at least not now.

With an audible sigh, Grell tried to recall any conversation he might have heard. It was hard, since he had been more focused on the injuries that he had received. With a small frown, he began, "Well...when I got overwhelmed in the fight, there was mostly just laughing. Later...I think one of them was saying something about the shinigami being lax on their patrols...and how they might be able to use that to their advantage, despite a mishap." Grell closed his eyes, "Another voice spoke up after that...I think he mentioned that another demon was living nearby...I think the others were surprised..." Grell gave Sebastian a quick look, "I guess that was about you." Grell looked away, "I think they started to argue once that had been said. Though there was an odd mention of something that one of the lesser demons of the group. One that had defected and took something with it, and that it was essential that they find it before anyone else did." Grell stopped abruptly, and he suddenly wondered if the little object in the drawer was indeed what was being searched for.

Sebastian knew that Grell remembered something then, and decided to approach the topic slowly, "I thought you didn't hear anything."

Grell threw Sebastian a withering glare, the object momentarily forgotten, "Why would I after having been injured so much? It isn't something that I focused on. It's been coming back to me in bits and pieces."

"Anything more?" Sebastian could have sworn that he heard something, but he shook it off for the time being. It had been almost as if Ciel was calling to him...but he should have been distracted with Lizzy. Unless he managed to shake her off for a few moments and got around to a direct order that Sebastian couldn't ignore.

Grell started to shake his head, then stopped, "I...well...I think I heard one of the demons mention that...since you were in the area...they should wait to come back, since they didn't want to let you know that they were here..."

Sebastian was intrigued by this. It could mean that all of the demons that had set upon Grell were low in power. Especially if they knew that they wouldn't be any match for the demon (Sebastian) in the area. At least, that was what Sebastian assumed to be the case if the other demons didn't want him to notice their presence. Interesting. If that were the case, the demons had gotten lucky in catching Grell off guard during the fight. Sebastian smoothly got to the point, "I killed a demon within the mansion grounds that could have quite possibly been the defector. I don't suppose you foolishly picked anything up while on the mansion property?" Seeing the guilty look was answer enough, "Where is it?"

Grell indicated the drawer next to the one Sebastian had opened earlier, and watched silently as dark clad butler opened the drawer and extracted the object from its hiding place.

Sebastian stared at the item silently, taking in the script, before he replaced it in the drawer, and ran a hand over the drawer, muttering something. Then, Sebastian turned to Grell, a dangerous smile on his face, "Is there any reason you hid it here? If those demons believe that I took it from them, it is going to cause quite a bit of trouble for me and my master."

"It's just an odd trinket. It doesn't look all that important." Grell said dismissively.

Sebastian's eyes bored into Grell's, "It is the opposite of that. It is quite a rare item in the demon realm, and not many of them are around anymore due to the younger demons wrecking them beyond repair."

Grell frowned, "What's so great about it? All it seemed to do is glow."

That at least let Sebastian know why the mark he had put on Grell had faded somewhat, and was about to respond when an order from Ciel came.

'Sebastian! Come here at once! I know you can hear me! It's an order!'

Sebastian's lips twitched in amusement. It sounded like Ciel was fed up with Lizzy now. Sebastian looked down at Grell, who had started to cling to him, as if he could sense that Sebastian was going to leave again. Sebastian removed himself from Grell's grasp easily, and stood up. "The young master is calling. I'll return when I'm finished." Sebastian drew out a key from his pocket and set it down on the bed next to Grell, before heading for the door, "Feel free to let Mr. Spears out of the other room...if you can." Sebastian left the door open, pausing in the doorway and casting a pleasant, yet dark smile over his shoulder at the red head, "And don't try to open the drawer, or you'll find your hands damaged for the next week or so."

Grell waited a minute or so after Sebastian had left, before slowly sitting up, biting his lip lightly as he did so. He did not feel good in the least. Grell picked up the key with a slightly shaky hand and stared at it. Would he be able to get to the other room and William without reopening all of his wounds? Grell almost didn't bother trying, until he thought about Sebastian toying with his emotions for information. Gritting his teeth, Grell managed to struggle up out of bed, swaying a little as he sought balance. Slowly, Grell made his way over to the door, where he clung to it for support as he waited for his injuries to stop throbbing so painfully.

Once he recovered, Grell got into the hallway, and over to the next door, where he sunk to his knees before he could unlock the door. Grell leaned up against the wall next to the locked door, feeling one of the larger wounds on his back reopen. Sucking in a breath to try and ignore the sharp feeling of pain that had started, Grell grit his teeth and forced himself up again and unlocked the door. Grell made it inside the room a few steps, before sinking to his hand and knees. He was going to reopen all of his wounds at this rate, but...

William heard the door open, and immediately could tell that it wasn't Sebastian. He was sure it was Grell, as whoever it was, was moving across the room with difficulty, gasping occasionally in pain. William couldn't say or do anything, so he held still, wondering if Grell were up to untying the knots. He didn't appear to be well. William wanted to tell Grell to hold still before he hurt himself more, but knew even if he could have talked that Grell wouldn't have listened. Once Grell's mind was set on a goal, he wasn't likely to be swayed until he accomplished it.

Grell saw that William was blindfolded and gagged, and tied to a chair. Though it looked as though William had tried to move and had fallen over onto his side, the chair still attached. 'Will...' Grell spotted William's deathscythe propped up against the wall nearby, but decided to get the gag and blindfold off first. Grell grabbed the deathscythe and knelt down in front of William, setting the deathscythe aside on the ground. With a little difficulty, Grell got the gag out and tossed it aside. Grell tugged the blindfold loose, recognizing it as William's tie. Meeting the other reaper's eyes, Grell spoke, "Are you all right, Will?"

William searched Grell's face for a moment, before nodding, a little awkward from lying sideways, "And you, Sutcliff?"

Grell gave a little shrug, "I don't know...how did Sebastian...?"

William looked away, "I was caught off guard. I hadn't expected him to take my deathscythe out of my hands." William glanced up at Grell, "Where is that demon?" His tone indicated that he was displeased with what Sebastian had done with Grell.

Grell shook his head a little, "Off to see the brat." He was a little hesitant to bring up what had happened nearly an hour ago between himself and Sebastian. When William didn't say anything more other than look at him, Grell winced as he picked up the deathscythe, "Hold still, William. I'll go slowly, in case I twitch."

While that wasn't a very comforting thought, William held perfectly still as Grell started to slowly snip through the ropes with the deathscythe. William could tell that Grell was being very careful not to accidentally cut him. Once he was free, William stretched a little, and spotting something glinting out of the corner of his eyes, reached over to the table and retrieved his glasses. Blinking as everything slid into focus, William turned and accepted his deathscythe from Grell, before putting his tie back in place. William was about to ask Grell if he were really all right, but instead let out a grunt of surprise as Grell slumped against him. "Grell, what's wrong?"

Grell didn't think much of William not calling him by his last name, and closed his eyes wearily as he spoke, "I think some of my wounds have reopened, and I'm sore from when Sebastian..." Grell cut himself off with a blush, and buried his face against one of William's shoulders, "I'm sorry, William...I couldn't stop him from..."

While William highly doubted that Grell was actually sorry about that, with what he knew about how Grell felt about Sebastian, yet he decided not to pursue the topic of intimacy with that demon. Especially not when William knew that all the demon was likely after was information, if what he had seen earlier had been any indication, "You'll need to have those wounds seen to again. I'll have to leave and go get someone again. I'll see if I can get Ronald Knox to come and keep an eye on you until you recover enough. I can stay occasionally, but I do have work to do."

Grell smiled a little, "You always seem to be working, Will. And Ronald would probably rather keep an eye on me than be anywhere near you at the moment anyway. He's still upset that he missed a party because you dumped all that overtime work on him a week ago."

William wore a very faint hint of what could have been a smile at the memory of the incident, before sighing, "I suppose I'll have him come then. He nearly slacks off as much as you do, Sutcliff, but at least he usually gets his work done."

Sebastian suddenly appeared in the doorway, "It won't be necessary to get anyone. It would be better if you two left now." Sebastian had managed to get Ciel to grudgingly agree to a dinner, and was currently being chattered at by Lizzy once more. Sebastian figured he had a half hour before the young master would wonder where he had gotten to other than the kitchen.

"Seeing as you are the cause for most of his wounds reopening, demon, I believe we do need to stay awhile longer, though I do not like the idea." William ignored Sebastian as he helped Grell to his feet. Once Grell was standing somewhat steadily and leaning against him, William turned to glare at Sebastian, "And it is necessary to stay. I am not yet prepared to explain to headquarters how Grell happened to be the only reaper attacked by a group of demons, even if he was the one to start the fight."

Sebastian wore an unhappy look about the prospect of a prolonged visit, and was about to voice it, when a demonic aura other than his own suddenly flared up. Sebastian had been uncharacteristically distracted, and hadn't noticed the demon until it had attacked.

William was forced to let go of Grell as he brought his deathscythe up to block an attack, and deflected it. William miscalculated the next attack thrown his way, as he hadn't been prepared for the force behind it. The resulting blast sent William flying across the room, where he nearly hit the wall.

The shock wave from the second attack hit Grell, and threw the injured reaper backward, into Sebastian, who took the hit without blinking and set aside the now unconscious red-head. Sebastian produced a handful of knives, prepared to attack the demonic intruder that had suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

Said intruder shook grey streaked black hair out of his face as he observed Sebastian and his knives, amusement obvious in his yellow colored eyes, "So, there was another demon in the area after all." Taking in Sebastian's appearance, the demon grinned, "Heh. You don't look like much, do you? I suppose it's because of the contract. How boring. I told the others that you were nothing to worry about, but they insisted on a retreat anyway." The demon shook his head, "Why be in a contract when you only get one soul? In the space of a contract's time, you could already have had several souls. Aren't you hungry?"

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the other demon. He wasn't in his true form, but had taken on the appearance of a human. The demon appeared to be pretending to be a noble, by the look of the expensive clothing. Sebastian smiled thinly, brandishing the knives, "I don't believe we have met before. You are?" Sebastian was only going to prolong the conversation long enough to get information, before this demon would follow the same fate as the one in the garden from months previous.

The demon waved a hand airily, as if names didn't matter so much as the topic of souls, "I'm going by Guthrie, for now. My brethren and I don't normally come into this area of the human world. But then we've come to the realization that there are fewer reapers in this region for the time being. Other places around the world have too many damn shinigami about." Guthrie ran a hand through his hair and glanced over at William, who tensed up nearby, ready to strike if he made a wrong move, to eying the unconscious Grell, before the yellow eyed demon sneered, "Reapers are always getting in the way of our meals. Far, out of the way areas are much easier places to find souls uninterrupted, but lately..." Guthrie quickly moved back a few steps out of the way of several knives, appearing intrigued when one cut him on the cheek. Casting a look in Sebastian's direction, Guthrie glanced down at Grell again, and spoke again, as if Sebastian hadn't just attacked him, "Did it talk? We spotted the reaper by itself, and since it wasn't paying attention to its surroundings, my brethren and I decided to go and have a chat with it. We were curious to see if it was true that there were fewer reapers in the area then there had been a few hundred years earlier." Guthrie dodged toward the window, but not before he got nicked by William's deathscythe, as evidenced by the hiss of pain and the wound that opened up on the demon's upper arm.

Sebastian was starting to get rather irritated with this talkative intruder. Sebastian's eyebrow twitched a bit, as the fool kept on talking, apparently oblivious to this fact, and the fact that William was continuing his attack. Sebastian knew that his kind tended to be arrogant, but this particular demon appeared to have an ego problem. It reminded him of Druitt and his antics on the Campania. Thinking they were important when they clearly weren't. More silverware appeared in Sebastian's hand.

"Perhaps I should finish that reaper off, so it can't talk when it does remember what we were talking about around it. Though being injured should keep it from remembering much," Guthrie mused aloud, apparently unaware that he was very close to getting his body peppered with sharp kitchen utensils. He was very aware, however, of the deathscythe that was managing to leave little wounds here and there. Guthrie needed to wrap this up quickly. He hadn't been expecting the reapers and the demon in one room. He had been trying to see if the object one of the other demons that had deserted had left with was here but Guthrie hadn't sensed anything.

Sebastian was currently deciding how fast he could shut the other demon up and get rid of it. Pompous demons that didn't know there place among others of their kin irked Sebastian to no end. While Guthrie wasn't as young as the other demon Sebastian had dispatched, the demon noble was nowhere near his age.

Unfortunately for Sebastian, William got to the chatty demon first, as Guthrie had been a bit preoccupied.

Guthrie stilled as the sharp point of William's deathscythe rested lightly against the base of his neck. It didn't overly seem to bother the demon, despite the potential damage it could do "Oh, I didn't think you'd be able to corner me so quickly. I've forgotten how well reapers can move about. Too bad I can't stay and play a little longer." Guthrie ducked as he heard the click of the deathscythe, and made his way over to the window. The demon paused and glanced back at Sebastian, as he finally seemed to realize Sebastian's rising ire, and, with a smile, started to mutter under his breath in an even cadence. He decided that he would distract Sebastian for the time being and give himself more time to figure out what he was going to do. Guthrie could always come back and break the spell off, kill the reaper, and retreat before Sebastian could get to him. And find where that damn object had disappeared to. Guthrie narrowed his eyes at Sebastian suspiciously as he cast the spell.

Sebastian immediately started moving toward Guthrie, cursing himself for being so careless when he realized that the other demon had started to cast a spell. The dark clad butler did not want to find out what kind of spell it was, even though he doubted the demon would be able to cause any lasting damage. Even though Guthrie was obviously very confident, Sebastian could tell that the other demon was weaker than him. And this translated to Guthrie not lasting very long in a battle if Sebastian could get to him before the spell was completed.

Guthrie hastily finished the spell with a few more words, as he had spotted Sebastian heading in his direction, fist held high with knives, and let out a hiss of pain as Sebastian managed to land a heavy, damaging attack across his chest. Guthrie retreated with one arm wrapped around his wounded chest. He hadn't expected Sebastian to act so quickly with a spell being cast on him. Deciding to worry about that later, Guthrie leapt backwards out the window, vanishing with a grin and a parting shot, "Have fun."

Sebastian relaxed his stance when he sensed that Guthrie was gone, inwardly hoping that the other demon would either be eaten by another demon, since he was wounded, or just not heal for a very long time. Sebastian was fairly certain he had managed to deal a critical blow. Sebastian glanced down to where Grell lay, and sighed. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to rid himself of Grell until the spell Guthrie cast had worn off. Sebastian knew that spells usually took a few days to wear off, unless the caster had to undo it. Sebastian doubted that this was the case, since he hadn't sensed much power in Guthrie. Still, it would take Sebastian a day or so to figure out what spell had been used, and what level it had been. After that, Sebastian would be able to figure out how long it would take for the spell to be broken.

William relaxed ever so slightly when it was clear that Guthrie was not coming back. Taking a few moments to collect his thoughts, William stood out of his defensive crouch, glad he had avoided injury. He walked over to where Sebastian was standing, and where Grell was curled up on the ground near him, unconscious. William surveyed the two of them for a moment, before speaking, "What did that demon do just now?"

Sebastian looked at William briefly, "The demon cast a spell." No doubt the other demon had an inkling that the object was in the manor. At least it didn't appear as though he had sensed it.

"What kind of a spell?" William questioned, in a tone that clearly said he really did not want to know. Just another thing he didn't want to have to think about. It meant that Grell was going to be stuck at the Phantomhive manor until the spell was gotten rid of. Joy. William hoped that he wouldn't hear too many complaints from Ronald about staying and keeping an eye on Grell.

"This." Sebastian stated simply, and, indicating Grell, walked approximately four feet away from the red headed reaper, and stopped.

William stared. There was suddenly a thin, silver chain wrapped around Sebastian's left forearm. William looked down the length of the chain, and saw that the other end of the silver chain was wrapped around Grell's right forearm, connecting the two together.

Sebastian tugged the chain irritably, "That demon, as you heard, is apparently the leader of the group that had attacked Grell. This spell is a type of binding, I believe. We can't be more than four feet away, as you can see. Otherwise, the chain appears." Sebastian let out another sigh, "Since he didn't seem very powerful, this is hopefully a temporary thing. It won't hurt us, but it will make any future fights rather inconvenient should they crop up before the spell is gone."

William didn't like the sound of this, "Do you have any idea how long this will last?" He didn't want to have Grell being so close to Sebastian, and resolved to get to Ronald there as quickly as possible.

Sebastian shook his head, "I cannot say at the moment. I'll have to study it. In the meantime, I can only hope that the spell will wear off as quickly as is possible."

William chose to ignore Sebastian as he picked Grell up, remembering that the red head had mentioned that some of his wounds had reopened. Those needed to be taken care of as soon as possible. William walked past Sebastian and left the room, taking Grell back into the room he had been using. Sebastian was forced to follow along after him, the chain not allowing him to remain far behind.

Sebastian noted, as he walked closer to the two reapers, that the chain did indeed vanish. It was interesting, but a nuisance. A lower-level but tricky, invasive spell. Sebastian was very displeased with what Guthrie had done, and if the other demons he was traveling around with didn't kill him, Sebastian would deal with him when he showed up again. Sebastian would not let this kind of insult stand. Sebastian cast a look over Grell. Not to mention he would have to explain just what Grell had done by bringing the object into the mansion. He could now recall that Guthrie had given him a suspicious look, and he likely was soon to have demons targeting the mansion to get the object back. And Sebastian was of the opinion to keep it. After all, he didn't see many demonic objects in the human realm.