[ William's never had someone look at him the way Grell does. Well, there was a man at the asylum who did in a slightly similar fashion, but there was a reason the man was at that location. He was mad. Now looking Grell over he wonders if he's just one to attract that type. Grell certainly wasn't what the world they'd come from would call normal.

Still, having her lustfully gaze at him doesn't make him nervous, as many others might feel. Instead he's feeling a calmness that he's longed for hus entire mortal life. Perhaps he really is mad, too.

He allows grell to unfasten his night shirt, lifting his back enough for her to pull it free from him. ]

What should I be doing?