[The sound Grimmjow makes is entirely new, somewhere between a whimper and a groan, his eyes widening at Aizen's transformation.

What fresh hell was this? It takes a few seconds for him to register the order, straightening up and hesitating for a few long seconds. No doubt considering the risks of running, but... no matter how Aizen humiliated him, he would be alive when it was over if he stayed. If he left...

He swallows heavily and starts pulling his clothes off. He does his best to act like he doesn't care, pulling everything off with false bravado, tossing it all to the floor piece by piece. Except for Pantera, which he leans gently against the counter. Even he knows to treat his blade with reverence, no matter what else happens.]