"Good morning to you," Szayel replied, although his tone suggested he meant 'good morning to me' as he cast a definitely appreciative eye over first the speccy nerd with the ridiculous hair, and then the dark skinned charmer.

He followed it up by flashing a poisonous look at Apache. Too many weeks in too confined a space with her had ground on his last nerve. She was as objectionable as Yylfordt, and her presence made Yylfordt a thousand times more objectionable still because the ridiculous idiot clearly wanted to stick his dick in her and hadn't. Szayel had no patience for that sort of stupidity either.

"But you didn't," he pointed out, and then sauntered past to the kettle to make himself a coffee.

"So," he said, as he flicked the kettle on. He turned around to lean against the counter and make eye contact with the newcomers. "Who are you?"