Grimmjow snorted, looking down his nose at Adam. "The fuck is that even supposed to mean?" he demanded, already turning his attention back to the Cubone, scooping it up with an arm around its middle. "Ain't none of your damn business if I'm gonna teach another hollow the ropes anyway. You're not a soul reaper." Though Adam certainly reminded him of them. Rude. Self-righteous. Poking their noses in where it didn't belong. All he needed was a sword and a shihakusho.