This was the first time someone had ever called her a wench, and so affectionately so. Crazed, devil, murderer, trash...but never wench. Interesting.

"Of course you're all very fortunate. What would you do without me?"

The quick twirl was unexpected, so Grell squeaked, surprised to find herself in his lap and so chastely kissed on her forehead. She hued a bit with a giggle, swinging her feet lightly. "You're not just saying that, are you?"