Saix had expected there might be some form of retaliation. He'd expected the Al Bhed to try and hit him, even, or draw his sword. Apparently he'd been too angry to remember his sword.
Saix had also wondered if Grimmjow would intercept any attack that might come. He was glad to find that he had. It suggested that Saix was right; their fight these days was more about the entertainment value, and it stopped being entertaining when it became one sided, or put their friends at risk.
He looked at Grimmjow. He wasn't good at expressing gratitude, but it was there in his expression anyway. He blinked to turn his gaze to Yylfordt instead.
"You'll find women are more impressed with dinner and flowers than insults. If you want to act this jealous, I suggest you start with an apology and work your way up," he said. Then he cast another smirk at Apache, "Assuming he has better taste than he claims."
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Saix had also wondered if Grimmjow would intercept any attack that might come. He was glad to find that he had. It suggested that Saix was right; their fight these days was more about the entertainment value, and it stopped being entertaining when it became one sided, or put their friends at risk.
He looked at Grimmjow. He wasn't good at expressing gratitude, but it was there in his expression anyway. He blinked to turn his gaze to Yylfordt instead.
"You'll find women are more impressed with dinner and flowers than insults. If you want to act this jealous, I suggest you start with an apology and work your way up," he said. Then he cast another smirk at Apache, "Assuming he has better taste than he claims."