[ Normally, Grell's face would meet William's binder-shaped NV, or his scythe. But, William's currently distracted, trying to figure out what exactly is going on here. So, it isn't until Grell's latched onto him that he reacts. ]
Grell Sutcliff! Get off of me, this instant. I did not give you permission to touch me, nor will I ever.
[ William has, at least, intercepted Grell's kissy face with the palms of his hands, and is pushing away urgently! ]
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Grell Sutcliff! Get off of me, this instant. I did not give you permission to touch me, nor will I ever.
[ William has, at least, intercepted Grell's kissy face with the palms of his hands, and is pushing away urgently! ]