"You're a cretin," Even said, fixing him with a flat expression.

Ienzo had almost died, would be missing an arm for the rest of his life, potentially short life, and here was Szayel, propositioning him. Cutting certain bits off would certainly provide samples, Even thought.

He didn't bother to keep the disgust off his face. Szayel was revolting at the best of times, let alone when he was propositioning him. Ugh.