...e budget at all, but her shopping list. Her handwriting and comprehension of forms are… individual."
Grimmjow snorted. "Indecipherable, more fucken like. The woman has a gift."
"That she does", Soi Fon replied before turning to face him once more, as she continued, her voice softer. "I'm sorry you got stuck here again. If you'd told me, I'm sure I could've turned down the mission."
Shaking his head, Grimmjow replied, "Like the Captain Commander woulda ok'd that. No Bee, you're the one for this job, and where you go, I go." As if he'd only just realised what he'd said, Grimmjow cleared his throat. "Well that's, uh, what lieutenants do, after all."
It was strange, but Soi Fon couldn't help but feel she'd preferred the way he said it initially. She shook her head as she dismissed that temporary bout of foolishness and shifted a little closer to Grimmjow, resting her head against his shoulder. "Fair enough. You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually glad you're my lieutenant."
Her eyes were already closed, so she missed the smile on Grimmjow's face as he kept the excitement from his voice. "Really, Bee? Can I quote you on that?"
She scoffed. "Hell no. I'm even erasing it from my memory as we speak. Anyway, we'r...