[Keep dreaming, brat. Your scrawny pale hands will never mar this gorgeous face]

[What gives? Shouldn't the stuffy little lord be a little upset by the prospect?]

[Grell wanted to scoff at all this and wave it off but he was starting to see that mental imagery of Sebastian quite clearly. The sky would darken, the air would crackle with a fire all of it's own, and the demon's crimson eyes would sear into his flesh until.... no! It was too much to think about, or to risk!] .. How would he find out? It's not like a would leave any witnesses. [What do you think I am, an amateur? Though his words boasted confidence, he casually lowers his chainsaw...]

Protect you? [Now that was taking it a step too far] As- long as my hands are clean it doesn't matter if something happens to you. I couldn't be held responsible for it...