[ Sensing that he's preparing to leave his desk, Grell sits upright - and regards him with a sceptical cant of the head, accompanied by a brow quirked high. ]

Darling, if they can't handle the way I come on, they'll never survive me.

[ It's very brief until she settles into something resembling her normal off-kilter smile, though. She certainly knows. ]

You'll give her my regards, won't you? [ Ah, but then her smile becomes more forced! There's just something about that Christine that doesn't sit too well with her, after all. ] Mn, but-- was there something else, Will? You know you can talk to me.