Szayel rolled his eyes. Ignis was picking Apache's side, then. That was a waste, it really was. She obviously wasn't his type, and since she went for oblivious Al Bhed idiots, Ignis wasn't hers, either.

He stirred his coffee and cradled his cup, throwing a haughty glance in Ignis and Apache's direction. "If you two could stop flirting before I've had my coffee," he sniped, "I'd appreciate it. You're going to ruin my appetite."