Suppressing a shudder (unGods, he disgusted her), Blythe stood her ground. He was like some sort of animal, she reckoned, and any sudden movements could end badly for her. She remembered all too clearly how well she'd gotten along with Grimmjow on that one malfunctioning day. She didn't know...was it worth it? To try to appease to that side of him?
No. It wasn't. Because that was not who she was.
The short woman's white eyes struggled to pick up on anything to indicate precisely where he stood. He was so close. "Then you underestimate me. I cannot defend an entire house of people, but I am more than capable of defending myself." Her own voice lowered now. Pride be damned, if she could convince him not to attack her, even by insulting Kain, it was worth a shot. "Besides, no one tells me what to do. Not even my pet."