Something about Ulquiorra seemed off; Grimmjow frowned. Looking again, he noticed something strange. A dark smudge on the otherwise pristine white skin, almost right on his bottom lip. Ulquiorra himself didn't seem to be aware of it, as he was still sitting there reading his book. Grimmjow kept staring, wondering what that smudge was. Ulquiorra looked up, green eyes expressing vague annoyance. "What about me do you find so interesting, that you must stare at for such a long period of time?" Grimmjow started, surprised, then turned his head away. "Why the fuck would I want to stare at you?" Yet he couldn't help but look again. And keep sneaking peeks at that smudge, wondering what it was. Finally Ulquiorra sighed, putting his book down. "If you really didn't find something to notice about me, you wouldn't be staring. What is it?" Grimmjow glared, fidgeting awkwardly. "Erm...you...you've got some kind of ismudge/i there...What is it?" He pointed at Ulquiorra's mouth. Ulquiorra thought a moment, then realized what Grimmjow meant. "It's a treat from the human world that many seem to love; I believe it's called 'chocolate.'" He reached a hand up to brush it off, but didn't get it; Grimmjow attempted to give directions. "No, a little bit over to the left...your left not mine!...No, up, up!..." Exasperated, Grimmjow gave up. "How about I just get it off for you?"
Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Ulquiorra's hand and moved it out of the way. But instead of wiping the stain off with his other hand, he leaned in and put his lips on the other's. The black haired Espada froze in surprise, unresponding. Detecting no reaction, Grimmjow's tongue flicked out, licking up the chocolate smudge on Ulquiorra's lip, tasting it, then retreating. Regaining his basic motor functions, Ulquiorra pushed Grimmjow away, a faint blush on his face. He glared at the Sexta. "What did you do that for?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "I did say I was gonna get that smudge off for you, didn't I? What was it called again...chocolate?"
Not replying, Ulquiorra continued to shoot lasers through his eyes at Grimmjow. He picked up his book, and left the room, trying to hang on to his dignity. Grimmjow sat back in his chair, grinning. Licking his lips, he could still taste Ulquiorra on them, along with a faint hint of chocolate.