Szayel sauntered into the hallway wearing a bathrobe knotted at the waist. Anyone that dared to look would be able to see that if he was wearing anything underneath it, he wasn't wearing very much. He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked around at the assembled crowd, noting that Ulquiorra had, like a satellite drawn into a planet's orbit, come to rest near Ienzo. Grimmjow's little cabal had gathered, too.

He made a delighted noise, looking everyone over. There seemed to be a number of them that slept naked, or half naked, and that included Ienzo, and Marluxia, and Lumi.

"I didn't realise it was Warsend morning," he said, happily.