[ Surprised, Grell's gaze lands right back on William. It isn't like him to apologize - and she can't understand why he would. It was foolish of her to say so much; now he's only gong to pity her. It's embarrassing.

She wasn't upset before, but now she feels-- frustrated. Wholly. ]

William-- don't.

[ Frowning, she stands, tugging at her blazer for a little more modesty so that she can cross over into the bar area with some semblance of pride. ]

What I want and what I expect are two entirely different matters.

[ She sets at pulling down some of those foreign liquors to browse through, cracking open one to take a sniff at. ]

And I don't expect you to requite my affections, now or ever.

[ Grabbing a glass, she pours herself some of the mystery alcohol. She could do with a bit of adventure to get her mind in a better place. ]

My body is a different story. After all, I'm still dreadfully male, as you know; there's nothing I can do about that, just as there's nothing to be done about how you see me.