"Yeeahhh!" Grell cries out as he crashed to the floor. He's back up on his feet so quickly it's as though he bounced.

"What are you talking about? You know where I've been. You came and got me! Where did you bring me? What is this place? Is this part of my punishment?"

He still has his scythe in his hand, not willing to let go or even put it back. William took it away before.

His stance is still defensive, as if he could rush any moment.