Kadaj entered the kitchen with his head held high, even if that wasn't quite how he felt.

He glanced at the other occupants. Nnoitra he knew, and owed much, Szayel he also knew, and probably owed much in the way of punches to the jaw, but Szayel wasn't worth it.

The other one he also knew, and Kadaj stopped a couple of steps into the room, staring at the blond man. He knew there was a reiatsu he recognised; he'd encountered this man before in battle, but what was he doing here?

He didn't say anything, simply stared, his expression serious.