Szayel threw Gin a brief but poisonous glare before he curled his lip at Lilinette in a sneer. "Fa cruimt ryja tamepanydamo pudlrat oui; dryd tydy fuimt ryja paah dra uhmo icavim drehk du ajan lusa uid uv oui," he muttered, barely audibly, although Lilinette would have been able to hear just fine.

Pity she didn't speak Al Bhed, then.