"Ah," he said.

That would explain the familiarity. It wasn't just the racial similarity to many of the other blond-haired and green-eyed Al Bhed he'd seen and met in Rabanastre, it was due to the fact that he was very like the other Granz he'd met. He should have caught on to the family resemblance faster, different hair colours and distinctive eyewear aside.

"You are Szayel Apollo's half-brother," he said, politely managing to keep most of the disdain from both his face and his voice.

He should have known. He and Szayel had briefly discussed Yylfordt, the fact that he was part of Grimmjow's usual group and that he was, at the time, out of the palace with him, during their conversation in the kitchen.

With that in mind, the source of his earlier unease became alarmingly apparent. It was the new chakra signatures. It had to be. They had merged with the background noise, but the addition of a sensation that Even, even on a subconscious level, associated with a dangerous enemy, had been enough to put him on edge.

It seemed, however, that Yylfordt Granz did not, in fact, recognise him.