It was his favorite time. He would not admit it to the redhead that clung so tightly to his arm. No; it just would not be like him. Secret or not it did not stop the shinigami from smiling contently as he flipped to a new page of the paper in his hands; doing his best to not disturb the one curled up against him.

"Will~?" he had failed.

"Hmm?"

"You said there was another…Before me."

Pausing at the start of 'Alternative Uses for your Scythe: Legal or Not?', William frowned. That was not what he had expected to come from Grell's mouth; and far from what he would ever wish to hear. No. He preferred it when the man stuck to moans, groans, and the occasional compliment; otherwise he was usually far too loud for his taste. Why he even wished to bring up the issue was beyond him.

"Do I dare ask why the sudden conversation?" he turned the page again, trying to distract himself.

"Because you never talk about yourself Will. And I want to know!"

"Absolutely not. I am not going to give you someone's name to add to your little red list-"

"It isn't that little…" Wilting under his lovers stern gaze Grell peeled himself away from his arm, sitting straight and crossing his arms, staring at the wall opposite that crackled with the warmth of a fireplace.

"My point exactly." Calm, silence, perhaps he had given-"

"But Wiiiill~!"

"Sutcliff, stop it this instant!" the paper was folded up and tossed aside, the shinigami's full attention going to the redhead next to him. He was unaware that had been the man's intention all along, "It is none of your business."

"But I want to know…" facing William again Grell leaned over, a pout crossing his carefully painted lips, bright green eyes watering up with fake tears. An expression meant for a woman, the kind who knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it by swaying the hearts of men. William wished he could say he was immune; that the trick had been pulled enough times it no longer affected him. However, as a moment turned to a minute his shoulders relaxed and his frown diminished. He no more wanted to talk about it than he had before, but once Grell pulled 'the look' the only thing that could be done was give in. He would have a lonely night otherwise.

"You couldn't hurt him anyhow…" A sigh was caught in William's voice as he relaxed back into his seat. His partner moved with him, crawling forward and turning onto his back so that he could lie in the man's lap.

"Oooh, a strong man? I like that." a cat-like grin crossed Grell's features as he got comfortable, playing with William's tie as he watched him.

"Are you going to listen or are you going to comment?" A brow flicked upwards and the redhead giggled under his superior's displeased expression. He made a quick turn of his thumb and forefinger in the corner of his mouth, zipping up his lips and watching expectantly. When William didn't immediately begin the zipper was broken.

"Weeeell~?

Silence.

"It was Undertaker."