Szayel cast little more than a curosry glance in the direction of the door when the newcomer strode in.

Then he stopped and looked again, this time raking his eyes up from the feet, and over thighs, and groin, and stomach, and chest, and continuing upwards, which there was rather a lot of, to the man's face. He dragged his eyes back down again just to make sure he hadn't missed any details.

Well, they'd kept that one quiet. He had half a mind to check the dates and see if it was his birthday, just in case. It certainly wasn't Warsend, but somebody had left him a very nice gift of eye candy.

He pushed his glasses up with the fingers of one hand and took another lingering look at everything that was this newcomer to the kitchen. "Good morning," he said, breaking into a very pleased smile.