"Rather hard to deny the fact you were after what's in my brother's pants if you're commenting about what's in mine," Lucivar snorted, though he wrapped the sword back up in the sheets Renji had it in originally before laying it on the floor away from Renji's hand. He couldn't care less if he was feeling all right. What he needed was a good kick in the head to stop his mouth from running. Lucivar was silently volunteering for the privilege.