Grelle closed the door to her bedroom behind her and let out a breath she hadn't noticed she'd been holding. The people here were certainly kind; something Grelle could appreciate but wasn't used to in the slightest. Detest, annoyance, anger; she could deal with. Empathy? Sympathy? She blushed and put a hand to her cheek.
"What's that look for?" Came a voice to her right that scared her half to death. She might have screamed if it weren't for her current vocal predicament. Her head darted towards the voice and she found Sebastian smiling at her. She glanced at him, then her notebook, and he followed her eyes.
"Ah, don't bother with that," he said as he took a step closer, "this won't require words from your end just yet."
She took a step back, not trusting him in the least, and wondered what he was scheming. Sebastian apparently read the look on her face.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," suddenly right behind her, he wrapped his long arms around her middle and whispered in her ear, "unless you'd like me to."
Grelle jumped in surprise at his actions. She was expecting another ambush, a show of power, not… this. The demon ran his hands over his body, settling on her hips. Normally, Grelle might have easily given up to the temptation that he was presenting her with on a silver platter, but right now the situation was too dire for things like this. Sure, she was extremely anxious about tomorrow's break in, and sure, she had been secretly longing for this ever since she met the conniving butler, but now all she could think of William. He'd likely never trust her again if she gave in, and that was something she wouldn't be able to handle. Not now, not ever. Besides, she knew better than to think that he genuinely wanted this. He was after something in return. Most likely information about her realm or stolen records. Grelle would have none of this. She turned around in his grasp, and he went to embrace her, but was met with a look of pure unamusement. He could read the expression on her face easily enough without her notepad. He frowned.
"This is unexpected," he started, then continued to forcibly grab her hair and tip her chin up to land a heated kiss on her mouth. Grelle froze on the spot. He separated from her after a brief moment and opened his mouth to speak again. "Perhaps a taste is enough to-"
He was interrupted by a surprisingly strong smack to his cheek. He turned to look at grelle with an unamused look on his face, and was a bit taken aback by her furious expression. Perhaps that was a bad idea. She summoned her scythe, and faced him with it without turning it on as a silent threat. Sebastian accepted her message well enough apparently. Without a word, he left out the window where he had entered. She watched him go and relaxed when the window closed behind him, dismissing her scythe. She exhaustedly trotted to her bed and plopped down, one hand thrown over her eyes. She had a bad feeling about this.