Nel, unlike the others, gave a soft groan. "Don't even think about it, Szayel," she said. "And you stop encouraging him," she scolded Even, playfully. The smile that crept across her face after speaking gave away her amusement.

The kettle clicked and she made her cup of tea before she walked around Szayel and leaned over him to pinch the magazine he'd been reading from in front of him. She used the imminent threat of giving Szayel a face full of her boobs to keep him from trying to stop her, and smiled happily. "Since you're not reading this," she told him, brightly.