Orihime was walking through the hallways in Las Noches. It was very early, and very cold. She jumped when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and stifled a gasp. Grimmjow was walking her way, a mug of hot coffee in his hand. She blinked and looked again. Hand? No. This was his Resureccion form. She gasped for real this time and his attention was taken off his mug.
"What?"
She shook her head, eyes on the ground. He walked closer to her and tried to see into her downcast eyes.
"What?"
She shook her head again. He lifted his clawed hand, (the one not attached to the mug) and gripped her chin, bringing it up for him to see her eyes. He saw the way her eyes ran up his body and he chuckled, realising what she was thinking.
"Grimmjow. Release her."
He glanced over his shoulder to see Ulquiorra approaching. He shrugged and let her go.
"Whatever, Ulquiorra."
He took a step forward, past Orihime, but stopped, leaning in close and whispering in her ear. By the time Ulquiorra reached her, she had her hand over her mouth in an attempt not to laugh. He eyed her shaking form and Grimmjow's retreating back before asking the question.
"What?"
She couldn't hold it off for much longer and burst out laughing, grabbing his shoulder and hanging off it for support. Once she finally gained control over her breathing, she stammered out a response.
"H-he says it's warmer."
Ulquiorra looked at Grimmjow's feet and sighed, shaking his head.
"Yes. Fluffy cat feet would be warmer, wouldn't they."