“Are you gay, Mr. Grey?”

“Are you smirking at me, Mr. Grey?” I ask sweetly. Pompous ass.”

“ - Come on, Miss Steele, sooner you're in bed, sooner you'll be fucked and sooner you can sleep. - Mr Grey, you are a born romantic”

“Mr. Grey peeked around the corner and surveyed the corridor. It stretched off into dim infinity, dotted with floating globes of silvery light. Mr. Grey had been told that the globes were swampfire, encased in a timeloop charm so they were inextinguishable. He’d never even heard of swampfire, much less a timeloop charm, but then again, Mr. Grey had never been in a place quite like the Hall of Mysteries. He shuddered.”

“Of course. Silly me. Such a sad, exciting score, which no doubt you can play? So many accomplishments, Mr. Grey.”“And the greatest one is you, Miss Steele.”

“Are you gay, Mr. Grey?" He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. Crap. Why didn't I employ some kind of filter before I read this straight out? How can I tell him I'm just reading the questions? Damn Kate and her curiosity!"No Anastasia, I'm not." He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He does not look pleased.”