Yylfordt made a whiny little noise, looking at Apache like she was asking him whether he wanted to lose his sword hand, or both feet. "What, really?" He groaned, still complaining. "That's just mean, Apache."

He shook his head and tried to think. "Grimmjow's obviously the shoo-in for marriage," he said. Deciding between Gin and Nnoitra took longer, however, and he filled the time by talking, telling Grimmjow, "You can be my little wife, bro, it's okay. I'll look after you." Then he groaned again, "I think I'd rather get vilgat in the ass by Nnoitra than Gin. I just know Gin'd make me look at him, and be doing this the whole time," he added, attempting to imitate Gin's default facial expression, "so that vilgan can take a flying leap."

He grimaced. "Even if it means vilgehk Nnoitra."