Yylfordt realised, from the reactions of everyone else, that he was probably the last one to notice. It wasn't like he made a habit of staring at people's eyes. If he was honest, if you asked him Apache's hair colour when she wasn't stood in front of him the best he might manage would be 'dark'. Noticing that kind of shit was what Szayel did.

Yylfordt could tell at a glance the gauge of a bolt, but he didn't usually notice crap like colour.

"No," he said, wondering how it was possible that Apache seemed even more wound up with him than she'd been before. "I'm guessing they're not contacts," he said, realising that he wouldn't be treated like an idiot for only just noticing those.