Szayel smirked. "Don't be ridiculous, Nnoitra. A man that unpleasant has no end of people who want him dead, and yet he's still here." He picked up his cup, before adding, "He'll last a month. That's plenty of time to find out about the Ryoka."

He eyed Nnoitra, then, and was just as pointed about it as Nnoitra was about going back to his paper. "You managed to keep it quiet about your mother, didn't you?"