[ Brows raised, Grell blinks. This would typically be the part where she'd throw herself at him, except she's meant to be playing a proper woman without a voice to scream in delight with - and, well, she'd never actually expected this to happen, especially like this, so she's a bit dumbfounded! Sitting back, she's really looking at William, as she seemingly considers her options before reacting for perhaps the first time in a hundred years. ]

I see. Well. [ With an indignant little sniff, she picks up her fork once more. ] Since you've been rather firm with moving at your own pace, I'll expect you to initiate our relationship with some more thoughtful than that. Or you'll need to accept when I begin to take things into my own hands, as it were.