[ Grell moves to hand him the cloth, but for just a moment, she falters. Her features soften, her cheeks flush. ]
Will... [ She hides an almost bashful smile behind her coffee cup, sipping down some of that excitement. Doesn't stop her from gripping at the fabric over her knees something fierce, though! ]
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Will... [ She hides an almost bashful smile behind her coffee cup, sipping down some of that excitement. Doesn't stop her from gripping at the fabric over her knees something fierce, though! ]
So-- what will you ask her to call you, then?