Dietor almost seemed to regard Ggio Vega with an almost quizzical arch of his eyebrow.  Whatever could make any self-respecting person, much less an Arrancar, bow down and worship an annoying blowhard like Barragon was a mystery him.  But it was also one that the assassin didn't care to waste his time pondering over right now.  Nor anytime soon, for that matter.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:blue">"Very well."</span>Dietor replied to Ggio with a slight nod to the FracciÃ³n.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:blue">"But I'll see myself out.  I know the way."</span>he finished before turning on his heel towards the door.<br/><br/>Was it disrespectul? Probably.  Did Dietor actually give a damn?  Not one bit.<br/><br/>With the door to Barragon's quarters now firmly shut behind him, Dietor simply continued on his merry way down the corridor.  His next visit would lead him to the rooms of the Primera Espada, Starke.  And unlike the Segundo Espada, Dietor could tolerate his presence a great deal more.  While Barragon appeared as nothing but an old blowhard to Dietor, Starke seemed to be more like a charismatic bum in the best sense of the word.  And with the most annoying part of his task now behind him the easiest still ahead of him, Dietor figured that he would be free of his chores just in time for the evening meal.<br/><br/>Maybe he would go to the human world and snack on some vagrants or other people who wouldn't be missed.