His head leans to the side at the off-hand comment. Of everything you could ask... If he could answer, he might say that there was one time. One time in some country in the East, he might've sampled the local party scene, got a little crazy. Grimmjow thinks he might have ate one of the guys he was with, because in the morning he couldn't find either of them and he was particularly full.

But he can't talk so he doesn't say any of that. Probably for the best. No one needs to know he might have a taste for the flesh of others.

Grimmjow paws at his face, almost as if saying the question is ridiculous.