Obduracy.

She never seemed to get ready quick enough in the morning. Whether they be an hour late, or hours early, her pace never changed.

The profligate behaviour didn't cease in the early morning hours. Hair brushing was accompanied by whines and groans about how early it actually was, as if he didn't know himself.

Although, watching her get ready was a favourite pastime of the strict supervisor. As if he had nothing else to do except snap at her for being slow, to which she seemed to go even slower.

"Eyeliner doesn't draw itself, darling."

It was these times as well when Grell looked her best, cleaned and proper in her work uniform when William lost most control over himself.

Hence the reason she was pinned against the wall, the stoic reaper's lips against her neck, smelling the hint of rose and vanilla perfume on her pulse point.

An attendance record was the last thing on his mind right now.