"So they need to consume a part of your soul to stay alive," Kisuke murmurs, more to himself than anything. In that respect, he supposed, a vampire was like a Hollow, except that Hollow were souls. They would live without feeding on others, but in excruciating pain, gnawing hunger, emptiness. A Hollow was a soul struggling to become a void. A vampire, then, was perhaps something a bit even past that. A complete void of a soul.

It's interesting. And, he supposes, something to look into. Although he's already been made aware that there are plenty of people in the city - via Rukia - who are capable of taking care of problems not strictly related to the care of souls.

Taking the stairs two at a time on legs really longer than absolutely necessary, he waits at the landing for his floor with the squealing, creaky door held open for her. The lights give a flicker, and he sighs.

"Like hot baths?" he asks, chasing the disgust away with a growing smile, teasing and a little confectionary.