Tyki looked up as another person walked up, and in. He watched the greeting unfold in front of him, not hiding a small smirk of amusement. Given their familiarity, it was very possible that all three of these people were Arrancar. The newcomer was tall, pink haired, and he would have been easy on the eyes if it wasn't for the expression he wore on his face. Tyki had seldom seen a look like that on anybody but a brothel madame. It was a self-assured look, like he looked down at everybody else as if they were an object, a punter, or scum beneath his notice.

If they were associated, there was no love lost between them. The girl didn't seem to enjoy the man's company at all, so he looked at Nel, waiting to see her reaction to him. Politics weren't his forte, but people were.

"Good morning," he said, putting down his knife and fork and wiping his mouth on a hand after finishing his breakfast. "That was wonderful," he said, to Ignis. Well, it didn't hurt to compliment the chef, even if he was a Lucian.