Aizen had always been a patient man. Everything he did was intentional, each gesture a calculated tactic to achieve a greater goal - liberation, if one may call it so. His espadas were tools for just that, each one carefully curated to suit his needs.

Yet he had yet to find a use for the newest addition to the arsenal. The new espada had been quite...intriguing, to say the least. Their unconventional nature feeding into Aizen's growing obsession. They didn't quite fit into the picture he originally had of an espada, or generally Arrancar but..

He sat on a chair, watching them flit on around the room as he awaited his hopefully quickly prepared tea, brown eyes never leaving your form. "So," He begun, resting his chin on his knuckles. "How do you...get along with the other espadas?" A pitiful attempt at striking up a conversation, especially for his circumstances, but somehow, they managed to make him stumble over his words.