He finally slid into the seat, picking up a piece of fruit and considering it for a moment before he ate it. Izuru had been so close to getting up and acting on those wild emotions, but one look from Momo seemed to have tamed him, even if only a little. Gin wasn't foolish enough not to expect an attack, but his body language said otherwise, and was as casual and carefree as ever.

He let out a thoughtful sigh. "I thought Aizen could handle keepin' that one small promise, didn' think he'd go so far m'self. Even tried t'make sure there was back up just in case. Can't count how many times I warned Toushirou-kun to watch out f' her." The words were said slowly, deliberately, as though they were having any old conversation back in Soul Society. There was no desperation in his voice, no urgency as he spoke the words.