Yylfordt stumbled backwards a couple of steps when Grimmjow shoved him. Grimmjow was strong, even without the mask, and he wasn't being particularly patient right now, either.

Then Saix spoke, pissing Yylfordt off again. He snarled, watching the berserker get close enough to murmur in Apache's ear. He'd got what he wanted from her, none of the rest of anything had anything to do with him.

"You stay the fuck out of this," he snapped, advancing towards Saix again. "Go find some other cheap tart to cosy up to."