DEATH IS A GIRL.

Only for a moment does he dare drag eyes up to her face, looking away just as quickly from the discovery of appeasement written all over her delicate features. There was hardly a chance she would taunt him any longer when the offer was so appealing, a dash of his own embarrassment filtering away in front of them. It was easily replaced with the more familiar taste of vexing distaste for work and it’s many rules, his own flick towards the ticking clock. “No..I would rather not provide you with an excuse to further break the rules, I’ve dealt with the higher ups far too often on your behalf.” And of course he needed to satisfy that itch for himself, no need for Grell to take all the glory…

“I do hope you will be taking your leave in ten minutes and forty two seconds or your pay will be docked.” A huff and a moment to adjust his glasses, a movement more comforting than practical. How easily she attempted to persuade him, as if he was one to take the bait even in this situation he compared to begging on his knees. As if William would ever stoop so low.

“Good, then you will be free for this formal discussion.” Fuck, there was no avoiding buying into her taunts ergo weeks if not centuries of taunts and sexually charged comments of nothing of the sorts. “Where do you request after hours? Your usual place, we’ll go there, as long as it’s crowded and loud.”

❝    there’s    a    restaurant    i    like    in    westminster.    it’s    very    respectable    --------------    you’ll    like    it.    ❞    she    does    genuinely    think    that    he’ll    enjoy    it.    in    fact,    she’s    been    looking    for    an    excuse    to    drag    him    there    for    quite    some    time    now,    because    he    needs    to    lighten    up    and    dear    god,    their    food    is    heavenly.    it’s    also    the    kind    of    place    that    won’t    let    her    show    up    in    her    work    clothes,    because    whoever    heard    of    a    woman    wearing    trousers    ?    it    would    cause    a    scandal    and    for    once,    she    doesn’t    fancy    it.    it’s    not    worth    her    time,    it    would    just    be    demoralising.

❝    it’s    not    loud    per    se,    but    it    is    crowded.    ❞    funny,    she    wouldn’t    have    thought    he    would    want    to    be    overheard,    not    when    it’s    a    conversation    like    this.    or    maybe    he    doesn’t    want    to    be    alone    with    her    .    .    .    surely    not.    the    thought    hurts    her    more    than    she    would    like    to    admit.    they’re    friends,    right    ?    surely    after    all    this    time    they’re    friends.    ❝    it’ll    be    my    treat.    ❞    she    adds    a    little    more    meekly.