"So," Gin said, "we gotta keep her happy."
"Just for the moment," Aizen reassured him.
"But I can't . . ."
"No physical intimidation," Aizen repeated. "Only moderate sarcasm. No threats to her friends; it's too valuable a potential lever. And no taking her little flower fairies and wrenching them wing from wing while cackling viciously."
"I was in the damn shower," Gin said through gritted teeth, "and she blew the wall down and let the Arrankar get a view."
"I hear you posed."
"Shampoo in my eyes."
"I'll speak to her very severely," Aizen promised.
"You'd better," Gin muttered.
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