"He was trying to get in your pants," Yylfordt pointed out, largely oblivious to the bout of camaraderie that was being gently nurtured around him, "of course he was nice!"

The way he spoke he came across like someone had given Grimmjow Aizen's education, making him both a thug, and a snotty fuckwit at the same time. Yylfordt hated him. He hated him anyway because he tried to beat Grimmjow to death for a hobby, but he hated him more now because he was the sort of insufferable pretty Selkie asshole that got girls easily. And one of them had been Apache, and that sucked.

He threw his hands up in the air, giving up on her. "Whatever. You don't regret sleeping with the enemy. Fine." He clearly wasn't going to argue some sense into her on that front.