Please explain to me, Mr. Sutcliff.

Please explain why I've never really minded having to come drag you back when you get into trouble. In fact, why is it I always look forward to those times alone with you? Those few moments it's just us, nothing but the silence surrounding us? Perhaps it's the way you cling to me and beg not to be punished, or perhaps it's the way you look at me while you beg.

Please explain why I feel so captivated by your eyes, glowing and feline. They say that the eyes are a window to a person's soul. That seems to be especially true for you, Grell. They shine with all the animosity you have in your soul, and glow with the passion in your attitude. You grumble and complain about how they aren't red- your color. But they seem fine how they are. They're a part of you, you should never want to let that go.

Please explain to me why you always turn back to that demon, only to be rejected time after time. You let yourself get hurt, always go back for more. Why does it pain me so much to see you like that? Do you think I don't notice how your eyes are dull when you get home, the animosity gone? The smallest smile on your lips, when normally your grinning?

Please explain to me, Grell, why I love you so much. Is it the way you twirl your hair around your fingers as you work, or perhaps your skill as a reaper? Maybe how you always seem so naturally graceful? Your crimson hair and cat like eyes, or your passion? Perhaps I'll never know.

Please explain to me, Grell Sutcliff, how I have managed to fall so in love with you.