Szayel landed on his rear with an indignant yelp. He glowered at Ienzo as the brat gave an insincere apology, as if he'd created a spire of rock under Szayel's foot instead of deconstructing the one he'd made earlier by accident.

"If you weren't sucking Ulquiorra's cock," he growled, getting back to his feet, "you'd be on my sample table in pieces already."