Sebastian had already moved to stand before the great, wooden doors by the time that Grell chose to look at him. He ran his gloved, white hands along their hard surface and pressed his pale forehead against the cool glass. He could smell blood beyond these doors, the blood of a human and although he tried, he couldn't see through the colourful patterns of the stained glass windows. He turned to look at Grell, his expression was calm and his voice was serious as he asked, "Can you smell the scent that lingers beyond these doors? It is the blood of a human. I smell something else, also, but I am not entirely certain of what it is." It was true that he didn't know what the underlying scent was, it was hidden by the significantly stronger smell of the blood – but he did have a guess – unless he was mistaken, which he rarely was, it was another demon.

Sebastian closed his eyes and focused solely on the weaker scent, but his efforts only brought him shady memories, without the answer to the question he wished to conclude. It was better for Grell to be prepared if he were wrong, rather than be unprepared if he were right. To let Grell know that he was being serious, he turned to face the shinigami and said directly to him, "I believe that it is a demon. Even you, as a shinigami – between a god and a human – will be endangered. If you remember, your first battle with a demon nearly resulted in your demise." It was then that it occurred to Sebastian that it may be an even better idea to return Grell home than risk him being injured.

It wasn't that he necessarily cared whether or not he was, but it may begin an even greater conflict than that of this morning between William and himself, if Grell were harmed or killed. If William was against him, then all shinigami would be – they would lose the undertaker as an alley – and even worse, they may threaten or bring harm upon his young master. "Actually, Grell" Sebastian spoke carefully, "I think that I should take you back. It would be inconvenient for both of us if you were injured." Sebastian walked away from the doors and stood in front of Grell instead. He looked deep into his eyes, hoping that he would choose to leave, "Did you like being held? I would carry you back."


Sebastian explained to Grell that a demon may be behind the doors to the doctor's and that he would be endangered. He didn't like remembering how defenceless he had been without his scythe, and how he had to be pathetically rescued by William - It was an embarrassing memory. Sebastian was obviously making reference to this. But even so, it depended on the demon. Could this one truly to tactical enough to discover a way to kill him?

It seemed that an idea came to Sebastian then, he approached and told Grell he should probably return him to the ministry. The demon approached Grell as he spoke, staring into him - with his alluring eyes. He offered to carry him back.

This bothered Grell, it made him shiver, a disgusting tingle washed over him. Sebastian's views on him must have been rancid, a weak, attention-starved child, who would do anything for acknowledgement - even if it wasn't real. How Grell had begged to be held earlier, even though it wasn't out of affection, was fitting to that description. He had shamed himself, letting his emotions take over him - ridiculous. He felt himself pulse, in a sick way, as though he might vomit.

Grell looked away from Sebastian, his emotions reflecting on his features, which had been bolded by the moonlight, his eyes gleaming a bright gold - twitching.

"Tch…"

Grell walked past Sebastian, and without any care of what was behind them, burst the doors open. He walked inside, stepping in a puddle of a splattered nurse on the floor. He looked down at her disfigured body - a beautiful shade of red.

Grell's sharp, white teeth glistened as he smiled - how he admired a pretty corpse.