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[ 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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[ Positive she won't give up until he gives in, he sighs and holds his hand out. Get this over with and he can finally sleep. ]

Fine.

[ Success! Sprinkling some into his palm, Grell is just grinning! ]

Now, just lightly pat over the skin! Don't get too close to your eyes, mind.

[ Next up is a a smaller jar, of which she scoops the smallest amount. This is something that she rubs between her fingers and taps beneath her eyes. ]

This might feel like a bit much for you, but I think you'd enjoy the feel of a serum. [ And now that she's said as much, she's a bit too excited to swap her cream out for said serum, packaged in a dropper bottle! ]

[ Frowning, he looks down to where the water rests in his hand, then up to where Grell's demonstrating. Reluctantly he pats the rose water against his skin, not in nearly a delicate manner as Grell had. Hey, at least the stuff smells nice. ]

That isn't a very appealing word to use for whatever this stuff is. Sounds as if I've fallen ill and was prescribed it.

[ She chuckles. If William will allow it, she'll place just a few drops over his fingertips. ]

I don't know why it's called such a thing, but they might as well be considered medicinal. Magical things, they are.

[ Depositing the same amount for herself, she rubs the fingertips of both hands together, before sweeping over the skin - again, avoiding the eyes. ]

Our skin always repairs itself, anyway, but I've found that providing the right hydration keeps it consistent! No matter how lousy our shifts were.

[ He mimics her again, getting a bit more used to how these products are meant to be applied. Grell's comments get him to sigh, though. ]

It really is odd to think that I no longer have to go into the office.

[ Glancing to William through his reflection, Grell smiles. ]

That's right. You can do whatever you'd like, now.

[ Time for the moisturizer, at last! She scoops out a dallop, turning to guide William's chin towards her - and if he allows, she'll tap it to the high points of his face before massaging into the skin. ]

I recall you starting a list, actually. What had you decided on?

A haven't really--

[ William's cut off by Grell suddenly massaging something into his cheeks. He flinches, making quite the confused face. It takes him a moment to just accept that this is happening before he finally continues his thought. ]

I am not sure yet. Nothing I've come up with really appeals to me.

[ Laughing beneath her breath, Grell knows that moving the product down to his neck is only going to prove more entertaining! ]

Oh? What did you do before? Was it the accounting?

Yes.

[ That causes him to scrunch his shoulders up. ]

Honestly, does that cream really need to be on my neck? I wear a high collar shirt. No one sees my neck.

That explains a few things.

[ Oh, she must bite at her lip to keep herself from laughing aloud at his reactions! ]

Yes, darling. The fact that people can't see it doesn't mean that it isn't there. If you use a razor here, you really should moisturize.

[ Well, he supposes that makes sense. The skin does get rather rough. But that first comment makes him keep his frown. ]

Explains what, exactly?

Why you were so good at what you did. Why the paperwork didn't drive you positively mad.

[ All done. Grell lovingly cups his cheeks. ]

There. Now, you may feel as good as you look.

I don't want to do that job again. Even if I may be good at it.

[ He pats at his own face. It feels slightly tacky but not as heavy or off putting as he would have expected. ]

[ Now, for her own face! Closing her eyes, Grell takes the moment to really enjoy it. ]

And I agree, you shouldn't pursue it again. You ought to do something that you're passionate about.

[ Once that's done, she'll be switching out her product for the body lotion. It's light and warmly scented with hints of rose. She offers some to William with an inquiring quirk of her brow. ]

So, what makes William happy?

I'm not certain I even know.

[ He eyes the container, but puts out a hand. ]

And where am I supposed to put this one?

Your hands-- and body, if you'd like.

[ Grell works the product up her arms, over her shoulders, and her chest... ]

There has to be something, darling. Something that make you think that life could be more than it was.

[ William sticks to using it on his hands. Though he does watch as Grell works it over her shoulders. ]

Hm. Perhaps long, hot baths, where I very nearly fall asleep. Something relaxing such as that. I don't see how that would translate into a profession.

[ Grell chuckles, perhaps watching the other from the corner of her eye. ]

No, I'm afraid not. A shame, really, that could've been something I'd excel at, as well!

[ She turns to seat herself on the edge of the vanity with a pleased little grin, lifting one of her well-toned legs to apply the lotion to. She'll begin at the feet and work her way up, for a little extra appeal. ]

I find it difficult to believe that you haven't anything else that moves you, though!

[ William can't help but watch as she's got her leg very near resting upon his shoulder! ]

I am not a very exciting person. My life as a mortal was not much different from what it is...was as a reaper.

[ His brow furrows as he says it aloud. It's actually rather depressing admitting he's so bland. ]

Now, I don't think that's true. You're just too stubborn; once you focus of something, you need reminding that there's more to life outside of it.

[ Now it's time for the other leg! ]

You'd be brilliant as a lawyer. Or perhaps a business owner of some sort... Oh, but that's not much more fun than what we're used to at the office...

[ Trailing off in thought, hands at her thigh, she crosses her legs over with a long hum. ]

Honestly, I hate how accurate that assessment is.

[ He glances over to Rosalind, still sound asleep on the bed. ]

Whatever it ends up being, don't allow me to drown myself in it.

[ Attention falling to William, she reaches out to briefly dash a knuckle down his cheek with a half-smile. ]

Sorry, darling. You know I'll demand your attention for the two of us every chance I get.

[ Surprisingly, his frown softens. ]

I know. Perhaps it is time for me to admit that I need that from you.

[ With brightened eyes, her brows rise, cheeks coloring just so with glee. ]

You know, as much as I do love that cold edge of yours, I've rather fancied the idea of something a little warmer...

[ Sighing, he sucks up his pride and takes her hand as he stands. ]

I will try, then. I do want both of you to be happy.

[ He tugs her off the vanity counter and towards the bed. ]

Let's get to sleep.

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