Two pairs of eyes stared at Grell, though one set was noticeably weaker than the other. Undertaker stifled a soft snicker, not wanting to hurt the other Shinigami's feelings, but his response had been downright hilarious. Only Grell could take what Lucifer had said in such a way, but that side of him was what the older Grim Reaper found so appealing.
"Grell, I don't think he meant it that way," he finally said, when he was certain that he wouldn't give away the amusement he felt. "He literally wants to be taken to bed to rest, because he gave Sebastian some of his blood to heal him, if I'm not mistaken... Just how much did you give him, Luce?"
Lucifer blinked, trying to focus on what his old friend was asking him- something about Michaelis. "Hmm..." he began, his eyes closing once more as he yawned. He was actually too tired to bring a hand up to rub his eyes. "Two pints, I think..."
Shaking his head, Undertaker gave him a look that was half admonishment, half concern. "That's too much, even for you," he pointed out quietly, though he knew it would do no good. It was because it was for Sebastian that Lucifer had done it; his old friend was very attached to the young demon. He alone, of everyone here, knew why, save for Lucifer himself. The long-haired Shinigami just wished at times that Lucifer would place as much value on himself and his own life that he did for Sebastian.
"N-No one else could have g-given to him," Lucifer whispered back, letting his eyes close as he rested against his oldest friend; really, his only friend. The only one he trusted with everything that he kept secret from all others, especially the one surrounding Michaelis. It was almost time to tell him, though he was not certain of how Michaelis would take it.
Seeing how genuinely weary Lucifer was, Undertaker decided not to push him any further, instead looking over at Grell. "Will you help me get him settled, please?" he requested, easily holding the Demon Lord upright by himself now. "It won't take too long and then I can show you around this place, if you'd like?"
Grell nodded somewhat shyly, feeling a little puzzled as to the nature of the relationship between the two males next to him. Since he'd first seen the tall, admittedly beautiful demon with Undertaker, who was as striking to look at in his own unique way, he wasn't certain of just what it was. Sometimes they seemed like just friends but other times, they appeared to be so much more than that.
The two called each other by different names, first and foremost. Undertaker shortened Lucifer to Luce most of the time when speaking to the Demon Lord; it was obviously an affectionate nickname. Lucifer, in turn, always returned to Undertaker as Uriah, though where that came from, Grell had no idea. Even while he was here alone with them right now, he felt like an outsider, making him even more uncertain.
The servants here listened to Undertaker, too, which obviously meant that he'd been here before. Lucifer had been tending to Sebastian from the moment he'd brought them here, but he'd asked Undertaker to have the servants bring him what he'd needed. The servants had done as they were told, almost as if they were used to following Undertaker's instructions as well as Lucifer's orders.
And the final thing that Grell had picked up on was the fact that clearly, Undertaker knew where Lucifer's bedroom was. Lucifer had asked to be taken there and since the Demon Lord knew Grell hadn't been here before now, he'd obviously meant for it to be Undertaker who helped him there.
Grell really didn't know what to think anymore, pouting a tiny bit. Pushing his glasses up, he delicately bit his lower lip, holding it between his teeth for a few minutes. Had he paid attention to it, he would have noticed that Undertaker was staring at him when he did that, watching him closely as he ran the tip of his tongue across his top lip.
"Where to?" he finally questioned, his green eyes moving to look at the other Shinigami again. He was looking forward to the promised tour, since he'd never been inside a demon's estate before like this. Who knew when he'd get the opportunity to explore one ever again?
