[ As expected, Grell's laughter does little to ease his tension, if anything, it sets him off further. He jerks his arm back the moment she winds her hands around it. ]

I just said that I will not go into a pub. I won't even be able to read the ruddy menu.

Honestly. Why I ended up with the poorest vision of the lot, is beyond me. I'd had near perfect vision my entire life, up until being trapped in this...this...

[ He lets the remainder of his exclamation out in an extended hiss through his teeth. Then taking a slower, deeper breath, he attempts to regain his composure. ]