... she knows why I always walk that little bit behind her –
"Damn you Grimmjow. Catch up and stop staring at my ass."
Hehe, smart woman.
"Can't help it, Bee", he replied. "It just seems to draw the eye."
With a scowl in his direction, she continued on. "Well, keep it in check in front of the Captain Commander. Somehow I don't think you'll be able to convince him that a roving eye is an optical dysfunction."
Chuckling, he shook his head. "Fair enough. Any other requests for this shindig?"
Soi Fon could think of a list, but figured it was better to keep it simple. "Keep your mouth shut unless you're specifically asked something. Don't pick fights with Captains Zaraki or Kurosaki. No antagonising Lieutenant Schiffer. No hitting anyone. No hitting on anyone -"
"Including me. No crude gestures. No swearing. Speak properly and make an attempt to sound vaguely educated, I know you're capable of it. And no sneaking off. If I have to sit through the inevitable waffle before we get to the point, then so do you. Any questions?"
"I think that list put me off asking anything for life." His lips quirked and he shrugged. "Don' worry, Bee, I won't put you to shame." He stopped outside the hall, looking up the stairs before turning his gaze back to her. "Shall we?"
As they joined the other captains and lieutenants taking their places...