[ For whatever reason, William's finding himself more open to Grell's flirtatious remarks. There's no scolding or kicking under the table. Her transformation is most likely the cause, but William can't help feeling somewhat disappointed in himself if he'd really been that narrow minded all these years.

Refocusing on the waitress, he gives her his order. After she sees herself off, William rises to offer Grell hus hand. ]

Our dance, first?