Sebastian watched Grell as closely as before as he looked away from him and replied so hesitantly, it was once again, unexpected of the shinigami. It was exciting, though; the faint smell of fear stimulated the demon like a drug – it was intoxicating - and he felt the pain of withdrawals from what he would do naturally as a demon, the same as what he could not do under his contract with Ciel. Sebastian was so hungry, and it was not the uncomfortable feeling in his abdomen that he would often experience in his human body, it was not so easy to satisfy – it was demanding – it was a substance that influenced his every decision, a matter that ran thin in his blood, not only what a demon lived on but what a demon lived for. It was a human soul.
Fear smelt the same, the scent did not vary with individuals, and it only came in powerful and weak doses. The fear that Grell produced was so faint, it was difficult to arouse desires so intense that Sebastian would lose control and tear him apart, to devour what was protected and nourished inside his body. It was enough, though, to remind him of the excitement he would experience before eating the soul of a human – there was always fear – every human was afraid to die, and that fear was the source of every other. Grell's nervous attitude was just a small taste of what he longed for. Sebastian wanted to scare Grell just a little more, not too much; a tease was better than nothing.
Sebastian moved closer to Grell. Since the only light in the room coming from the open windows behind Sebastian, when he moved closer, he blocked the light and caused a shadow to fall over Grell. "I would appreciate if you would look at me before you speak." Sebastian spoke softly and menacingly. The demon placed one hand on the headboard behind Grell to support his weight, he leaned in closer because of that, and used his other hand to take Grell's chin in his hand and have him face him. He purposely made his actions a little rough. "Does your pretty doll keep your attention better than I do? I, who have sacrificed so much for you lately? If I remember, I was the one who gave you that doll."
The demon looked deep into the shinigami's trembling eyes with his own, he heard Grell say his name softly, stumbling on the first syllable, and this inspired the demon to go further. "I find your lack of consideration insulting, and when you insult me you make me angry, Sutcliff." Sebastian paused melodramatically, letting Grell assume the worst, who was looking at him now with such delightful fear that Sebastian couldn't help but smile humorously and laugh lightly.
He had had enough now; he had more important things to do than frighten Grell, and the frantic desire for a soul had been fleeting. He let go of the other's face, and got off of the bed to stand beside it. "You are so gullible, I thought that you would recognise when I am and am not being serious." Sebastian told Grell cleverly, offering a hand to help him up from the bed, before he added. "I am done now, please let us go to the washroom to prepare you for this morning, I have an outfit there that will hopefully fit you."
Grell felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the thud of Sebastian's hand slam on the headboard - trapping him. The demon roughly took his chin in his other hand, forcing him to face him, the shinigami let out a small noise of discomfort before staring fearfully – what was Sebastian doing? Grell felt himself shiver at the angry tone Sebastian was speaking in, almost feeling a sort of satisfaction combine with the terrified emotion. The demon spoke so threateningly, so dominantly, it sounded as though he could easily do whatever he pleased with the shinigami. Grell could feel his heart beating quicker, fear stirring up in him as he shifted slightly before Sebastian – attempting to release his chin – but only causing him to grip tighter.
"S-Sebastian…?" The shinigami whispered anxiously, trembling out of pure terror, Sebastian's face was very close to his; he could feel the demon's warm breath as he spoke with intent – it was likely that Sebastian planned to do something bad to him – as the demon paused. Grell couldn't even imagine the various frightful things the demon was capable of while the shinigami was in his vulnerable state. He was physically weaker than the demon, trapped against the headboard, and couldn't even use both of his hands. Grell took this immense pleasure in being so defenceless, how easily Sebastian could violate his body with abuse, and he was glad that the demon was angry – he couldn't wait for his punishment – even though he also dreaded it. Grell could hear his heart pounding in his head as he shut it eyes – expecting the worst.
But he heard a small laugh instead; the confused shinigami opened his eyes, seeing the apparent smile on the other's lips. Sebastian removed himself from Grell, getting up to stand next to the bed. The shinigami felt suddenly relieved, but also disappointed – he was so looking forward to the negative attention he was about to receive, Grell stared confusedly at the demon. As Sebastian spoke, everything suddenly made sense to Grell. It was a bit of a ridiculous thing to get upset about, and he felt suddenly embarrassed, the shinigami blushed while clutching onto his doll – he had completely fallen for that. He eyed Sebastian's hand distrustfully as it was held out for him to take.
"This isn't another hoax, is it?" Grell asked embarrassedly, placing his smaller, bandaged hand into Sebastian's larger, gloved one.
Mey-Rin had witnessed the entire scene that had just happened, and she wasn't sure what to think. Currently, she was blushing as she watched impatiently – curious as to what was going to happen next. She could almost experience the fear Grell felt as it took place, just by watching. Mey-Rin was anxious, she should be working – but she couldn't resist watching, it was extremely entertaining for her and she had always been the nosy sort.