There was a time, Grimmjow knew, to recognise that you were going to be in way over your head and that it was time to extricate yourself. Contrary to popular belief and his own efforts to portray himself as less than brilliant, he was a fairly smart guy when he had to be and could usually recognise that particular point. Unfortunately, it had become increasingly apparent that that time had come and gone as far as he and his captain went.
Now, he was a guy who appreciated women – that he knew. He was used to, uh, ‘appreciating’ them on a regular basis and, not that he was boasting, he was fairly accustomed to the reactions they inspired in him. He was not, however, used to feeling like every one of his nerve endings was on fire just from holding one.