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[death_glare]

[ If Grell had expected William to be oblivious to her activities, she was sorely mistaken. He'd come from his office multiple times that day, looking to have a word with her about proper office behaviour, timely submission of forms, and the coffee carafe from the break room, that she'd happily emptied but failed to refill. Each time, he'd been met with an empty desk, even though he'd seen her minutes before. And when questioned, Knox just brushed him off like it was no big deal - he'd finished his own work for the day and wasn't staying overtime, big plans for the evening and all that.

So, the next time William caught a glance of bright red slinking past the frosted windows of his office, he made an executive decision - quickly teleporting himself in the doorway of the office, appearing just before she attempted to leave... ]

And where are you sneaking off to this time?

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[untodeath]

[ Grell stops for a good moment before she looks back at William, question written all over her face. ]

For one that refuses intimacy, you certainly are letting on to your preferences rather early.

[death_glare]

[ That frown remains! ]

I am asking because you will need to pose as my wife. Which means acting and dressing as such.

[untodeath]

... Oh.

[ Back to cupping her cheeks, Grell is blushing rather brightly this time! ]

You're-- you're really fine with doing such a thing? I don't know, I--. I do have one.

[ Hvving left it behind in one of the suitcases - as she'd just brought it for sentimental value, not to actually wear it - she goes to retrieve it. It's a beautiful gown, one that had been given to her from Madam Red's closet. As such, it had to be a strapless one to accommodate her shoulders - and paired with a corset, of course. ]

I'll need to cover the decollete, but I do have a stole.

[death_glare]

No one is going to accept two men caring for a child together. And we do not look similar enough to claim we're family. I see no other alternative.

[ He assesses the gown, nodding. ]

That will have to suffice.

[untodeath]

[ Teeth pressing into her lower lip, Grell delays-- but she nods. ]

Well, then. We'll need to come up with a convincing story for the two of us and rehearse it. Talking won't be an option for me, and you are awful at lying.

[death_glare]

Only because I saw no reason to lie before.

[ Huff. ]

Fine. How do you propose we explain your lack of speech? I highly doubt you can act shy enough for me to blame it on that.

[untodeath]

[ Grell gives him a skeptical look, but catching a glimpse of herself with the dress in their mirror, holds it against her torso for a better look. ]

Mm... Perhaps an accident? Reaped a man once who'd been in a carriage crash and never spoke proper since. I imagine a lady would be too embarrassed to do so in public.

[ Seemingly pleased with the image, she idly sways side to side. ]

Nasty scarring could also explain why I'll need to hide-- [ She taps her adam's apple. ] --this.

[death_glare]

Hm. That sounds fairly convincing. Plus it will be nice to have some peace and quiet from you.

[ They'll have to go out on the town regularly!

Rosalind, apparently disinterested in their boring conversation has slumped over in William's lap, asleep. He carefully stands and places her gently into the center of the bed so as not to wake her. ]

Your given name is fairly unique, though I'm not certain how it would be taken as a female name.

[untodeath]

[ A huff! ]

Careful, or I might go waving my fan at some other handsome blokes.

[ So she says, but she'll never be wooed by another while she's on William's arm, even if he never comes to love her!

Hanging her dress up, for now, she gives something of a sigh. ]

You're right, though. It would be too easy to find us that way, also. We'll need to change our names...

[death_glare]

[ Wouldn't those other men have a fun time discovering who Grell truly is under all that acting! Still, though he knows she's teasing, it still gets a huff back. ]

Honestly, at this rate it would be simpler to just use our ability to go unnoticed.

[untodeath]

That would be preferable, and we certainly can-- but we'll certainly need to interact on Rosalind's behalf, from time to time.

[ Ah, she's so tempted to scoop the little dear up, but she's fast asleep. Looks like William will be stuck with her attention instead.

Turning to him, she reaches out to fiddle with his tie. ]

What name did you use for the ticket roster, darling?

[death_glare]

[ Frowning, William shoos her hand away and adjusts his time, himself. ]

Thomas Weston, for myself. Gwendolyn for you. And, of course, Rosalind.

[untodeath]

[ It won't be nearly that easy! Folding those hands behind her back, she steps in closer to pout up at him. Without her heels, their height difference is the way it ought to be, and oh, does she love it. ]

Oh, goodness. We're absolutely changing those when we arrive to New York.

[death_glare]

What is wrong with what I chose?

[ Hey he thought long on those and it totally wasn't a last minute thing. ]

[untodeath]

You could choose any name in the world for yourself, and you settled on Thomas. Westin. Just think oh that, Will.

[ That pout just deepens! ]

And nothing about me is a Gwendolyn.

[ Suddenly, her brows tick, expression turning into devious amusement! ]

Although, I just might respond to it if you refer to me as Gwen-darling, instead~♥

[death_glare]

I am not calling you that.

[ Ah this flirtatious bickering is almost comforting, in the moment. Especially after the past few days being filled with packing and bonding over their new baby. ]

I had to think of something quickly and those were the first names to come to mind. What would you have me called, then? Or yourself?

[untodeath]

Then I might not hear yooou♥

[ At least she's given him fair warning, right?

Thankfully for William, his question pauses her advances for the moment, and instead, her eyes are drifting off toward the ceiling. ]

I rather like the name Glen for you. What do you think? [ Though, her thoughts stream onward. ] As for a last name... Page? Talbot? Valentine, perhaps? Hm.

[death_glare]

We are not using Valentine.

[ That just sounds way too 'Grell' for his tastes. ]

Glen is fine, I suppose. But I would still expect you to use William when we're alone.

[untodeath]

[ It makes her smile that he's accepted Glen, at least - but his resistance merely makes her wish for the surname more, alas. ]

Oh, but you'd sound so dashing, Glen Valentine! [ With an excited gasp, she grasps his hands! ] Rosalind Valentine-- so cute♥~

[death_glare]

[ Did he say he missed this? Yeah, he takes that back. ]

Calm down, you're going to wake her.

[untodeath]

[ Oops. Clamping her hands over her mouth, she fwumps into William's chest! ]

[death_glare]

[ William immediately pushes her back by a single hand to her forehead. ]

Go and get ready for bed. You're exhausting me, already.

[untodeath]

[ Briefly flailing until she gets a grip on his wrist so that she may pull herself away, Grell's cheeks puff with protest! Until she relents with a deflating sigh. ]

You're right. We ought to take advantage while she's resting...

[ Fine. FINE. With much sass to her step, she swivels to go around him, so she may begin undressing. Lucky for him, it's just the waistcoat, for now! ]

[death_glare]

[ Hardly taking notice that she's undressing right next to him, he crosses the room to look through his trunk for his pajamas. With them in hand, he moves to the bathroom to change, locking the door behind him! ]

[untodeath]

[ Hearing the lock turn, Grell can only roll her eyes. The urge to say something is high, but she isn't about to wake up their little one - so with a quirk of her lips, she relents to undressing where she is. Waiting for the bathroom would just be silly!

By the time he's finished, Grell will be be seated at the vanity, brushing through her hair while she watched Rosalind in its reflection. All of her cosmetics have been set out to her liking and she appears to be very pleased with it! ]