[ Turns out it's a bit hard to make a mental list when you're getting primer dabbed across your cheeks. ]

First off, I don't understand what's appealing about this process.

[ He's got a rather sour expression on and a severely creased brow that's certainly doing wonders at hindering Grell getting even coverage. ]

Aside from that, I find you irritating, obnoxious, loud. You are entirely disrespectful when it comes to my personal space. Nor do you show any respect of my seniority over you on the job.

You are lewd, inappropriate, and seem to have zero understanding of what sexual harassment entails.

Your office work is horrendous. You have caused me countless hours of overtime. Every time you use the last of the sugar in the break room, you fail to refill it.

[ He sounds as if he could go on naming bad qualities until sunrise, but he pauses with a huff. ]

Yet, as easy as it would be to have management transfer you, I can't seem to get myself to submit the paperwork.

[ He had been looking directly at her as he complained (or at least was attempting to. She's a blur of red, even at thier close proximity.) But his gaze drifts at the last statement. Hopefully he won't have to elaborate beyond that. Doubtful. ]