"All he did? All he did!?" He repeats, anger coming back fresh again and making him stand up straighter. She really doesn't get it. "It wasn't his name to have! He shouldn't have said a damn name at all! Do you know what it took us-- both of us! Ichigo and I!-- to figure that name out?! Do you know what the Quincy spirit and I went through over it?! And Ichigo still doesn't call me it! It's been ages and he doesn't have a single clue! You don't just know a Zanpakuto's name, you have to earn it! You have to earn their trust, you have to earn that partnership, you have to fight for it! And I'm supposed to let some asshole, who doesn't know me, the old man, or Ichigo, make a joke of it?! You want to apologize for me?! I don't think so!"

There's a growl on each huff of breath that leaves him. He leans back once more against the table, hands gripping the edge. "I don't care what's too far for everyone else. That's not my problem."