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[ Upon hearing the creak of the restroom door, Grell's head snaps up.

Pretty red hair mussed, eyeliner smeared, and top torn, she imagines that she must be an unnerving sight - especially out of breath as she is, and bent over an unconscious stranger bleeding from the head.

She stills, meeting the newcomer's eyes. ]

Lock the door behind you, mm?

[ It's said almost casually, and though it might be posed as a request, that clearly isn't the case. She's alert enough that she may be ready to turn on said newcomer next!

In fact, she's expecting that she'll have to. Seeing the other man seated at the bar earlier, he didn't seem to be particularly friendly - perhaps, even uncertain of the company at this particular club.

Yes, she remembers well, because she'd initially ignored him for it. As handsome as he is, she can't be bothered with a man that is unsure of what he wants! That's what she thought, but now, that may be her downfall. ]

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Then, why don't you spend the day doing whatever that entails.

[ He may have a bit of hesitance on leaving her alone in his home just yet. Plus, he's not giving her his only key. ]

I will call you when I am through with work and we can meet here. once more.

[ He gives her another firm squeeze before flipping the water jets on again. The water is cold for the briefest moment before warming up. William must be used to it cause he doesn't so much as flinch. ]

[ There's an irritated tick of her tongue, at that - and then, Grell tenses up as the cold water hits her, with a hiss between the teeth! ]

Goodness, that certainly wakes the senses, doesn't it..!

Something you will need to get accustomed to, should you plan on using my shower often.

[ No alone time yet, but it's obvious he's open to the idea. Something that's new to him, too. He's not one to get overly close to people. And who knows when the last time he had someone share his bed, that wasn't simply a fling. ]

[ Grell catches that suggestion beneath his words - and she simply hums with an idle smile! It isn't that she expected him to trust her so quickly, but-- well, she presented a very cute idea and was rejected! It still stings a little! ]

Truly. I don't suppose you might have face wash, hm?

[ She turns rinse herself off properly, and takes up the shampoo, so that she might wash William's hair, now. ]

Nothing specifically labeled for that.

[ Something he now expects she'll remedy for him. Still, he finds himself leaning down slightly so she can adequately run her fingers through his hair without standing on tiptoe. ]

[ Yes, that comes with a hefty sigh! ]

Men.

[ She searches the details of his face, whilst diligently massaging over his scalp. ]

One multi-purpose wash, and yet, you're as handsome as ever.

And I'm certain you must be just as beautiful without all the fuss you must go through every morning.

[ His eyes close briefly at the scratch of her nails over his scalp. It's odd how pleasing it is when he's always so quick to fix any hair that moves out of place during the day. ]

[ It continues to amuse her how much he likes this, having been so particular the first time. She actually can't wait to see how HE prepares in the mornings! ]

Well, aren't you sweet.

[ She briefly stills to press a kiss against his lips - and then, tales to finger-combing out the suds. ]

Simply stating the truth.

[ He spins them around so he can run his head beneath the main shower head, just to get all the tiny bits of soap out that she may have missed. ]

[ Grell takes this opportunity to gather more soap, ready to wash his back, once he's stepped out of the stream. ]

Make no mistake, I quite like to hear it!

[ Her hands gliding over his back feels wonderful, as well, and he lets out an approving hum. ]

How many lives have you taken before tonight.

[ Asked so casually. ]

[ That gets something of a giggle out of her! That doesn't keep her from her task, however. ]

Twelve. Pacing myself has been-- maddening. But, as you have said, I am messy, and I'm left to compensate for it. [ A hum. ] And yourself?

Messy as you are, I'm surprised there hasn't been words of suspicion going around. Especially if you light up every building you paint with blood.

[ He's quiet for a spell, enjoying the attention to his body. ]

Seven. Though I have another I'm working on, currently. Since I don't have quite as many, perhaps you are the more experienced one.

[ Grell laughs, yet again, content on leaving the how to his imagination, for now. In any case, she's very intent on hearing his reply.

The suspense leaves her glancing up at him every few moments, as she works - and, just as she feels herself losing patience, he speaks! Finally! Her shoulders ease with an exhale. ]

Ooh~. I suppose we won't know until we put it to the test, hm? Tell me about this one you are-- working on.

You enjoy inflicting physical pain. I, however, want them to mentally suffer. More of a psychological approach.

[ He was kind of enjoying that eager look she had on, but he finally continues. ]

I met the man a few weeks ago on a business trip and was immediately disgusted with the way he spoke and acted towards others. He did nothing to hide his opinions, which unfortunately for him, makes him an obvious target.

[ There's another pause as he flicks the jets on a final time. ]

He should be ending it soon enough. His wife has been posting very promising pleas on her Facebook, as of late.

[ This time, Grell properly braces herself. She barely flinches! ]

Ending it, as in, his own life? [ With a steeling sigh, the redhead applies the 'face+body soap' to rinse off her makeup. ] What are the pleas, then?

Yes, that is correct. His wife has been worried about his mental state and has turned to social media to ask her friends and family for their input. Rather stupid, in my opinion. If she is truly concerned, she should see a trained professional.

[ William watches her clean up, surprised that she's accepted him seeing her without her makeup on so quickly. ]

[ If he were to ask, Grell's top priority is the health of her skin, and leaving makeup on overnight is a huge offense! She will sacrifice her face for NO MAN. Sorry not sorry, Will. ]

... I see. Fascinating.

[ Now that her face is clean and the water has been wiped away, she takes a fresh breath! Ah, if only she had her skincare, though.

Wait, no, back on topic! She blinks, really processing that through. ]

Is that how you always do it? Sabotage?

[ It's fine. He appreciates her feminine beauty regardless. He pushes a bit of wet bangs aside that were clinging to her forehead. ]

Forcing them to commit suicide means I have nothing to clean up after. There is no trace of me, and in a legal sense, I have committed no murders.

[ Blinking, hands still laying idly on her cheeks, she flushes a bit, with a bashful smile! She's still a bit embarrassed, but... thank God she got her lash extensions filled recently! ]

Quite clever, really... and, goodness, that sort of influence is power isn't it? The satisfaction in their misery... hm...

[ But, there is a wistful sigh! ]

I don't think I could give up the thrill of bloodshed, however... the hunt, the fight. Nothing quite compares!

[ Making her blush like that is another sort of power that he doesn't mind having at all. She's rather cute when she flushes. Such a contrast to her violent side. ]

That is why we will need to discuss our strategy from here on out.

[ She hums in agreement.]

I imagine that, together, we will create works of art.

[ Slinking her arms about his middle, she nuzzles into his neck! ]

I believe we will.

[ He returns the embrace, hugging her lightly. For once, he may be able to say he feels fully content.]

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