Grimmjow, diplomatically, didn't comment. He also didn't smack Yylfordt up the ear like he deserved, but that was testament to the enduring nature of their friendship in the face of, if not adversity, definitely amazing stupidity.

He was still baffled. Yylfordt had managed to make it clear that, inside him, he had depths of intense obliviousness as yet unplumbed. It was unbelievable.

He shook it off and turned to Tayuya again, trying to wipe the look of dumbfounded surprise off his face to see her off. "Try not to kill anyone," he said, joking, though his humour was still somewhat dampened by the weight of Yylfordt's unfathomable denseness.