"Well," Nnoitra said, a smirk on his face. "She obviously found your weakness."

Construct a monster entirely out of boobs and Szayel would dissolve into a jibbering wreck in no time.

"Knock off trying to encourage people to give themselves up for experimentation, you creep." He said, rolling his eye. "We already know you're a scientist, you don't have to keep goin' on about it."

Nnoitra thought, probably not inaccurately, that Szayel was as big an attention whore as he liked people to think he was the other kind.