Spira

The look Nnoitra gave Szayel was one of pure loathing. He was certainly still in a foul mood, that was only compounded by the fact that he hated the sight of Szayel anyway. The way he spoke always made him feel as though he was being either licked or patronised and both of those options pissed him off. He leaned his head back as he got comfortable, silently cursing the chair's dimensions. When Nel attempted to prevent an argument before it started he sneered, and then responded to Szayel anyway, looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Fuckin' disappointing to see you still are," he snapped back.