[ While she visibly doesn’t approve of his thoughts on her character, Grell’s expression eases as he explains himself. In fact, she might appear the slightest bit empathetic, by the end.

Looking down at her hands about his arm, she really must take a moment to absorb it all. ]

Yes, well, I suppose I am, too. Weaker than I let on, that is... [ She mutters, as it’s a horrifically difficult thing to admit. ] I might’ve known, to an extent. The thing is, you’re different, and I’m not certain that you could do anything that would disappoint me... you know?