William sat rather uncomfortably on a chair in the living room, inwardly cringing at the extremely dark look he was getting from Undertaker. It wasn't like he'd meant to see any of that, but meant it or not, it had happened, and he couldn't exactly undo it. But he knew from that look that it was going to take much more than a simple apology to get Undertaker's forgiveness.
A very deep blush upon his face, Grell partially hid behind Undertaker, his eyes lowered slightly as the older Shinigami gave a silent glare at William. He couldn't believe that William had done that, using his abilities to appear in Undertaker's bedroom. What was that all about anyway? Why in the world would William do something so bizarre? It really wasn't like him at all, to be honest.
Ronald carefully didn't look at anyone, remaining silent and unusually still as the silent glaring continued. He and William had promptly been kicked out of the bedroom they'd appeared in so that the other two could get dressed, but even without looking at the long-haired former Shinigami, he could feel that dark glare. Part of him was really glad that it was William who was being given that look instead of himself.
Yes, he'd suggested that Undertaker might simply have teleported himself back home, but it certainly hadn't been his idea to just materialize inside there. Personally, he'd figured that he and William could just walk over and knock on the bloody door. As such, he couldn't blame Undertaker for being so angry; Ronald knew that he would have reacted the same way if it had been him that someone else had interrupted while having sex in the privacy of his bedroom.
Undertaker's eyebrow twitched slightly as he continued to give William an extremely dark look. He'd never had much use for the male Shinigami before now and what he'd done had pushed past any boundary of courtesy. Ronald was newer to this; that was the only reason he wasn't assigning them equal blame.
Extremely frustrated in more than one way right now, he crossed his arms, actually enjoying the cringing that the brunette was doing. Because of his reputation, Undertaker knew that William respected him- or perhaps he was just scared of what he'd do right now.
"Speak, William," Undertaker ordered, wanting to get this over with so he could speak with Grell. He could feel the redhead pressing against him slightly from behind; no doubt Grell's face matched his hair right now. "Now that you've thoroughly broken into my house and disturbed us, get it over with already..."
"I came to speak to you about the killings and what happened back when you were still a Shinigami," William admitted, though with Undertaker so angry, he hesitated before he continued. "After so long, you're the only one who would remember any of it and since you're connected to Lucifer-"
"Lord Lucifer to you," Undertaker sharply corrected. "Or perhaps you should call him Your Highness, William, considering that he is one of the triumvirate rulers." His eyes were hidden beneath his long hair, for he didn't want to let William see the new wariness. "You know enough to know that he wouldn't be involved in that, William."
Grell was surprised to hear how sharply Undertaker was speaking to William, though at hearing that Lucifer was one of the triumvirate, he gaped openly. The way that the demon had acted, he wouldn't have thought him to be someone so important in the demon world. Then a sudden thought struck him.
If Sebastian Michaelis was a servant to one of the triumvirate, then why would any other demon be stupid enough to go after him? That was just asking for trouble with Sebastian having Demon royalty to protect him. Grell brought his left hand to his mouth, biting the nail of his turned thumb rather adorably as he watched Undertaker closely.
He really hoped that Undertaker hadn't been just wanting sex from him when they'd been interrupted. Not that Grell hadn't been thoroughly enjoying himself, but he didn't want to have just a sexual relationship with the older Shinigami.
