[ Even if he's smartly drunk, himself, it doesn't make William any less capable of shaking his head disappointingly at his subordinate. ]
Fine, truth. And you- [ William's glare flicks to Grell who, of course, is in his lap again. ] there is a legitimate chair right there. Can you not do this from there?
[ Remind him why he's even bothering to ask, again. ]
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Fine, truth. And you- [ William's glare flicks to Grell who, of course, is in his lap again. ] there is a legitimate chair right there. Can you not do this from there?
[ Remind him why he's even bothering to ask, again. ]