The acrid scent's revival caught his attention first; Grimmjow half turned as Yako spoke. Her tone caught his attention next; he turned fully to face her at that.
Teeth flashed white in yet another grin as he looked down at her. "Struck a nerve, huh?" Head tilted to one side, he watched the way her anger grew and reveled in it. Perhaps it was less like the cat going after the lizard and its tail now and more the feral tom antagonizing the small, domesticated kitten. "I might have a hundred thousand souls by now," he added, low voice once again seeming more a menacing purr than anything, "But at least I know which one's in charge. Which one actually ate them all and fought his way to the top to be their king. Can you say the same? Do you really know which part of you is the one that's you - the one that's really calling the shots?"