Aizen sat to his thrown, his face resting in the crock of his hand as his elbow propped to the armrest of his throne. Gin as usual. Watching. His keen eye always on the look out for the unexpected. However, this time his eyes watched a familiar, but not so familiar to Las Noches. Zeshin. With the word he sent out his Espada would be arriving shortly so he can announce Zeshin's return. As sly grin decorated his lips as he waited. This was indeed going to be an entertaining encounter with a few of the Espada and their Fraccion.