[ Grell hums dismissively, wiping her mouth on the back of a wrist. ]

Well, how fortunate that I have an antiseptic on hand.

[ As in, the cup IN hand. She pointedly takes a drink! She’s then using the arm rest of William’s chair to hoist herself up and reclaim her sitting space. ]

You know, Eric, I don’t believe you give your beau enough credit. He can fend for himself. Isn’t that right, Alan?

[ And attention turning on Alan with lopsided smile, she points his way! ]

Truth or dare.