"Well, I ain't exactly an expert in human food," Grimmjow replies reasonably, dragging his hand across the surface of the water, just to feel it ripple over his skin. "Yeah, I guess. Though I dunno if eat's really the right way t'put it. I mean, I do eat 'em, but it's not like... they stop existin'. They just get absorbed into me. An' when somebody slices my mask off someday, they'll go back into circulation," he gestured vaguely with a hand, before letting it slip under the surface again.

He almost missed her actual question, blinking slowly as his brain rewinds and catches it. "They taste like what they are," he decides. "Most hollows have an animal aspect. Like me, I'm a panther. An' Hal's a shark. Nel's like a... a goat or somethin'. Ram, maybe. Male ram, which is real fukkin' weird 'cause she's a girl..." his voice faded off as he rambled.