"A crush would imply I have emotions. Which neither of us do." Honestly, was Xaldin that dense that he was unaware of Saïx's staunch beliefs about Nobodies and emotions, and consequently the stupidity of said mimicry of them? He'd be disappointed in him if he had any confidence in him to begin with.

Saïx has no tangible reaction to Xaldin grabbing his arm. He coolly looks back at him and awaits his next move. Like a hunter observing its prey before putting it out of its misery. However, in this particular case, it would certainly be less gory, but no less messy of an end to their interactions this evening.