[ Drawing a breath through her teeth, Grell finds herself forced up onto her feet less than gracefully! The end of her poor, abused tail flicks, as she takes hold of William’s shoulder for balance. And yet, she’s… purring? ]

How cruel of you to underestimate me so~

[ When the glowing symbol on his back catches the edge of her vision, she’s reminded— ]

Oh, right. You’ve got one, too. It’s a bit cute, actually. Crude little skull, with marked-out eyes.