The only response that Dietor gave to Findor was a small crinkle around his eyes that hinted that he might've been smiling at him.  Of course, whether or not that was true was a mystery because of his mask fragment that covered all of his lower face.  Needless to say, he had become rather used to the cold treatment that Barragon's number of FracciÃ³n felt so inclined to give him whenever they met.  It was as normal to him now as the desert of white sands that coated Hueco Mundo.  But at the same, he couldn't help feeling a malicious little urge to suddenly reach out and grab Findor by face and then squeeze it until his head popped like a rotten melon.  If anything, it would certainly teach other FracciÃ³n to not look down upon him anymore.<br/><br/>But then again....  It was also a waste of energy.  And Dietor hated to be wasteful.<br/><br/>So as he came to pass through the open door of the Segundo Espada, the assassin paid not the least bit of attention to Findor or the other FracciÃ³n that crowded around Barragon like sheep to a shepherd.  His business was not with him, anyway.  And he wasn't the least bit surprised to find that Barragon was likely lounging around in his throne of bones and skull.  It was, after all, quite typical for an old blowhard like him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:blue">"I'll make this quick, Barragon-san."</span>Dietor began with a note of distaste in his voice.  Who that distaste was for should've been perfectly obvious.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:blue">"Aizen-sama has asked me to deliver a message to the Top Three of the Espada.  You are all to report at the North Tower by noon tomorrow for a meeting.  What that meeting is about is something that I do not know.  But Aizen-sama has made it clear that what he has to say ought to be extremely important.  That is all."</span>