"What kind of a host would I be, Ms. Stackhouse, if I didn't anticipate what you needed and take care of your needs in that order," he says from over his shoulder as he pulls a large, plush towel from a cabinet in the bathroom corner, setting it down on the chair in front of the large mirror over the counter. Holding up a finger, he disappears from the bathroom for half a minute to come back with a simple white robe and a pair of boxer shorts. She has the distinction of being the first woman in his apartment, Rukia included, and everything in it is still chiefly Kisuke's own.

"You can shower first," he says, pointing to the scented soap and shampoo by the tub. They might be more suited, honestly, to a woman than a bachelor living on his own, but he prefers a bath to be a little more than perfunctory. "And then I'll draw a bath for you. Do you want a little help?" he asks, slipping the hat finally off of his head to set it on the counter. "I really don't mind, for such a graceful young lady."