[Grell lays there, still bewildered. He's even frightened. William was something he chased, not something he touched. He's not someone who held him and kissed him and spoke sweetly to him, certainly not one who had feelings for him.

Then, it hits him... a dark realization...

Suddenly he digs his nails into William's chest, drawing blood, and leaps off the bed onto the floor.]

You sadist! You BLOODY BLOODY SADIST!