Grimmjow raised his eyebrows at the implication that Yylfordt would fly away and leave them high and dry if he committed that particular faux pas, but his comment on the matter didn't make it past his lips.

He knew that feeling. It was faint, suppressed and hidden amongst the throng of people, but it was there, familiar and enough to set his teeth on edge. That sensation came packaged with an involuntary burst of adrenaline and the bridge of Grimmjow's nose wrinkled as his lip curled.

He gave Yylfordt a meaningful look, eyes narrowed.