Ulquiorra looked down at the mug that Urahara slid before him and inwardly sighed. He figured that he would have to suffer through the horrible drink to help take the shinigami off their guards. He took a small sip and repressed a shudder. The things he did for Aizen-sama.
When he looked up again, the others at the table did seem more relaxed than before. What a strange thing to relax over, Ulquiorra mused. They wouldn't be so at ease if they knew to Ulquiorra, they all seemed a hundred times sweeter tasting than the ale before him. Ulquiorra smiled a little at that and relaxed himself. Let them take the smile for what they will, he thought. Maybe they'll even think it was friendly.