He'd expected that would be enough to set Izuru off and send him across the table and right for his throat. Apparently the shinigami still had more patience than he'd given him credit for.

He'd been ready to reply, but somehow things were never as simple as he wished them to be. Rangiku chose that exact moment to show up, eyes all red and he knew exactly why. He also knew that the news would not sit well with Izuru, even moreso than with Ran. This situation could get messy real quick.

Gin let her pull his arm around her, but this kind of behavior... was definitely not something he'd done so blatantly in front of Izuru before. His hand stayed at her side, but it was hesitant, somewhat nervous. If he were in Izuru's shoes, he might not hesitate to hurt the one that he cared about. And while he knew Izuru wouldn't sink as low as he would, it certainly made his previously casual attitude begin to fade. It was a lot harder to find the words he was looking for.

"I've been workin' with th' other shinigami here," he explained when Rangiku sat beside him. "An' we lost one last night." He didn't say who, not just yet. "Don't fret," he said with almost a dull expression, "I wasn' anywhere near 'im so it wasn' me."