( his majesty? must be talking about yhwach. how pathetic.

grimmjow lets out a derisive snort, ignoring the prickle of annoyance he feels at hearing hueco mundo come outta his mouth. blue eyes narrow down at him, dissatisfaction reflected behind his gaze as he waits for retaliation that never comes. he might be intent on killing him, but it brings him no pleasure in eliminating an enemy that won't defend himself. it makes him wonder if that's his game — to stall and negotiate rather than to fight.

it's smart, if the one jugram was facing isn't him. )

I would only offer a prey that amount of courtesy. ( he isn't a coward but he is an animal. a savage one at that. ) But you're nothing more than a pest. Now, ( he curls his index finger, beckoning him. ) stand up, quincy, and let me squash you like a bug.