"Maybe if you called him anything other than his class, I'd have known," she said, glaring up at Yylfordt stubbornly. "Besides, he didn't say his name was Saix, he said it was something else."

She folded her arms, looking annoyed at him. That much hadn't faded. She remained angry, pissed off that he was trying to defend her honour against somebody who was actually being nice to her, while he stood there and called her a slut and expected gratitude.

"How was I supposed to know, anyway? I've never seen him. You never let me go out, you left me behind, remember? Am I supposed to just assume that every blue-haired Selkie in the entire world is the berserker if he isn't Grimmjow? And you know what? Fuck off, anyway. It's nothing to do with you. He'd been nothing but nice to me, even now, when he's sober, while you've stood there being an asshole about me and picking fights. Even Grimmjow hasn't picked a fucking fight, what's your problem?"