What Happens in Vegas..

[Deleted]

A dark cloud seemed to pass over his sharp features as she scoffed and scolded, making her way toward the door. She was making this all the more necessary the more she fought, and as her heels clicked away he stood. She didn't want to play? Fine. She could just be that way, then, he thought while he crossed his arms in petulant frustration. As he did though, his forearm met a sharp sting that had him bolting straight up in surprise. The knife he had smuggled from the restaurant had sat forgotten up his sleeve the whole time. Looking at it, something clicked in that wordless, instinctual part of his mind. He had a blade. A weapon.

His feet were moving before he really realized it. She was easy to catch, given how uncomfortable those heels must have been. The point of the knife almost aimed itself at the small of her back as Grimmjow caught her up by the wrist, leaning down to her level and talking in a hushed whisper. "Leavin' so soon, babe? The night's still young. Ya really throwin' away the most exciting night you've probably had in years?" He grinned, lips pulling taut just a hair's breadth from her neck. To drive the point in, he dug the blade in just enough that he knew she would be able to identify the nature of the situation.

[Nanao Ise]

As soon as it happened her heart jumped, almost as if she had been anticipating his movements. For a moment she felt a astonishing rush of excitement, it wasn’t over yet!, but as he leered over her, holding her captive her vulnerability was made apparent. She felt him breathing on her neck again, hot and shallow, his teeth almost close enough to graze her pale skin. Half expecting him to suddenly release her as he had done before, it wasn’t until he hissed his taunt and teased her with the point of his steak knife that she fully understood her situation. Clamping her mouth shout to cut off a whimper, she held her body still to fight the trembling that she could feel creeping up her legs and moved her head slightly to create a gap between so she could glare into his vicious eyes.

“You have nothing to tell me. I admit I was intrigued to begin with, but all you do is run. You’re just a coward masquerading as a king, you don’t have power over anything.”

Riled up and flooded with adrenaline, she attempted to wrench her wrist from his hand, truly disgusted by his intimidation. How dare he be so vulgar after all that they’d been through tonight, she had almost been fooled into believing him capable of rationality and compassion but she had forgotten his true nature. His whole aura had changed, the smug and casual man before now radiated fury and dominance. She had seen a warning flash of it earlier, why hadn’t she learned from it? Regretting her words she looked to him with wide eyes, fear finally penetrating her stubborn resilience. Still she pulled trying to free her arm, but her eyes begged Let me go…

[Deleted]

Her flinch was the most satisfying thing he'd gotten out of her tonight. Watching her struggle with herself, stomping down emotions to try to match up with him--it was just so fun.

“You have nothing to tell me. I admit I was intrigued to begin with, but all you do is run. You’re just a coward masquerading as a king, you don’t have power over anything.” His hand clamped down on her wrist like a vise as she spat out her stupid, meaningless insults. Of course he had nothing to tell her! Stupid woman! He was trying to show, not tell. Anyone with sense could figure that one out! Pulling her arm around to pin her wrist behind her, he jostled her in frustration. He snarled into the crook of her neck, meeting her eyes with cold hostility before he realized she had already faltered. She was regarding him with the utmost fear. As the initial flash or rage cleared, he felt a tinge of disappointment at her sudden weakness. He had caught small glimpses of it throughout the night, he thought to himself. It had been stupid to think that a shinigami had the same strength of will an Arrancar had...

Or maybe he was looking at it wrong. Maybe she just needed a little extra hint.

She had gone against her every teaching to come after him, stood up to him again and again, and had done a few things that might cost her her life if brought to light. That was something.

"I don't? Look at ya, bound up. No way to land your kido on me like this, ah? Who's got the power here? Think about it. Here, I'm king. You're just comin' along for the ride, Lady. So, ya gonna join me or not?" He brushed the knife idly against her lower back as he waited for her reply.

[Nanao Ise]

Gasping as he wrenched her arm behind her back and handled her brusquely to demonstrate his power, she couldn’t help the goosebumps that flitted across her skin as he snarled viciously into her neck. She bit her tongue as he let his eyes bore into hers, noting the reflections of frustration mingled with disappointed. For a moment he seemed to regain his former calm, as if her weakness had placated him. Fine, let him dominate for now… She was used to being submissive, the trait had been taught and encouraged throughout her life in Soul Society, but she hated the thought of bowing to this monster.

It was thrilling though, this sudden rush of peril, a feeling she had never experienced before and it excited her. She seemed to find a surge of vigour that combined with the haze seemed to overcome the wish to survive, to take a risk and lay her life in his hands. Of course, he was literally twisting the knife and although the choice wasn’t really hers it felt like she was making it. Leaning into him this time, her lips aligned with his ear and she whispered her answer.

“If I am to treat you like a king, you shall treat me as a queen.”

Though her voice still held a quaver of fear, she remained bold as she consented.

“Let’s go, your majesty, you’re wasting my time…”

[Deleted]

Her haughty concession of power excited him more than he'd admit at this point--she was still willing to fight him, even as he held a knife to her back. He gave her neck a light nip as he shifted forward, moving her along as he strode toward the elevator. "Then let's head back to our room, dear." He shot a curious sidelong glance to the welcome desk, noticing that the male who had left his post had since been replaced by a petite blond woman. Served him right for abandoning his post, Grimmjow thought. Still holding the knife to his companion, he approached the elevator and immediately realized that he had his hands full. Problem...

He decided that kicking would be the best solution and unceremoniously took his shoe to the call button. He only let himself relax when the gleaming steel doors slid open with a cool hiss and they were alone in the little box. Checking the card key to find the proper floor, he gave the proper button an offhand poke and turned to the Lieutenant, flashing her a megawatt grin that faltered for a split second as the elevator jumped under them. These moving contraptions the humans used still put him off.

[Nanao Ise]

Flinching a little at his playful bite, she was spurred onwards away from the relative safety of the lounge area towards an uncertain fate. She considered trying to signal crudely to the staff but they hadn’t intervened so far and she had no reason to believe they would. Was this a common sight among humans, or did they happen to have an inkling that she and her captor were not of this world? It didn’t matter in either case, she suspected the former Arrancar would have paid them little heed. And they still had to be wary of being caught by the human police.

With some amusement she observed his violent but effective ingenuity with an obvious eye-roll to relay her objection. As the elevator arrived she pushed back against him and his blade, resisting as he pushed her into the claustrophobic box. She shared his distaste of these nefarious human contraptions, almost glad to have the pressure of him for comfort as they lurched skywards. Missing the break in his wide grin, the stiffening of his body against hers was enough to let her know the discomfort was shared.

As the little light indicating the floor ascended she tested his grip once more.

“You can let me go, I’m not going to run now…”

She wasn’t sure of that herself but at least she had tried. Her mind was trying to gauge whether she could disarm him successfully, though she repressed such thoughts for now. Once they were in the room perhaps an opportunity would appear. Their ascension had slowed, they little light reaching the top of the board, and suddenly they stopped with a shuddering lurch. Pulling him out into the hallway as the doors were still opening, she relished the steadiness of the lushly carpeted floor. We must be pretty high up… She glanced up and down the corridor, but relaxed in his grasp and waited for him to lead her to their final destination.

[Deleted]

”You’re not though.” He laughed lightly at her attempts to persuade him. She was still off-kilter, confused, and resistant. It was ridiculously fun watching her squirm. Of course, the disorienting motion of the elevator was making him uneasy as well, and as the blasted thing drug itself to a halt, he was glad to let her lead the way out. He still felt dizzy from their ascent—not even the luxurious plush carpeting could fix that. ”De corasé*…you’d think they coulda come up with a better way to do that. Oh wait, they did. It’s called stairs. Why don’t they have more of those? I mean…ugh.” He muttered bitterly as he led the lieutenant down the hallways, searching for the room that he had taken the key to.

There weren’t many doors on the hallway, and it didn’t take too long to come across the one that matched—Fantastic!

He realized that he’d have to let her go to open the door—not so fantastic. He supposed it would be fine as long as he had a good place to duck out and let everything outside simmer down. The only thing he was anticipating was her trying to get the advantage over him in what was almost certainly a small room. He released her onto his right side and pocketed the knife to his left—he vaguely wondered if she’d notice.

The keycard slipped easily into the groove on the door and he slid it through, smirking as he turned the handle…only to be confounded by the fact that it didn’t budge. What the hell? He slid it through again in the opposite direction. The handle still didn’t relent and he flipped the card over, exasperated. It finally worked, and he gave a wordless shout of jubilance. Cool air greeted them from inside and Grimmjow ambled in with a triumphant air.

He faltered for a split second in confusion. This room could have come right from Las Noches. The hardwood walls were painted white, with the seams highlighted in black. Chrome wall fixtures provided ambient light and the furniture was a hodgepodge of marble, glass, and black velvet. It was far bigger than he had expected, and it seemed as if there was more than one room open to them. Everything was cool and sharp, outlined with bold angles. In other words, very, very nice. He wandered around the room, picking up magazines, opening and closing cabinets, and wondering what the hell a rolling stone had to do with anything.

”Pretty sweet, ah? C’mon, ya can’t possibly think this was a bad idea.” He laid lazily across the black velvet couch, running his hand over the fabric and relishing the texture. ”View’s nice, too.” He chuckled lecherously. The lieutenant stood right beside a black and white pinup girl. This was turning out to be a good night.

*arrancar expletive.

[Nanao Ise]

She rubbed her wrist and sighed in exasperation as he fiddled with the card in the lock, noting his movements as he slipped the knife into his left pocket. It wasn’t his fault though, the humans seemed to enjoy coming up with needlessly obtuse ways to get things done. Stairways and keys had no place in this world. As he finally solved the riddle and opened the door to their chambers, she followed him inside (chivalry was dead) and stood for a moment as the door clicked shut behind her.

The quiet thrum of the air conditioning system was the only sound in the room before Grimmjow began his investigations. The raucous from the chaos below barely penetrated the walls and she guessed they must be very high up, though she couldn’t be sure because pale cream shades were obscuring the view of the city. Her companion’s wide eyes gave away his admiration of the place, but it wasn’t to her tastes. Though she could appreciate the clean, bold lines of the ivory walls and dark, mahogany floors, the matching stylised yet functional furniture, and the striking artwork, she preferred her spaces more traditional.

Silently, she observed the man as he flopped onto the luxurious sofa, listening to his contented spiel. She turned at his mention of the view, following his gaze to the pin-up image behind her, sure it was the firm, round buttocks of the model in the picture that he was referring to and not her exhausted, bloody self.

Uttering a sarcastic laugh, she curved over elegantly to unlatch her shoes, deciding that this place must have some sort of bathing facilities, so it would be the ideal time to get refreshed and contemplate her next move. As she slipped the wretched heels from her feet, she had a thought and retained her grip on the last shoe. Prolonging their time here would only empower him, he would regain his wits quicker and perhaps have another violent change in heart. Her rush of adrenaline earlier had been enough to smother the alcoholic effects she had been suffering almost completely, so if she was going to act out now would be the time. But I haven’t thought it through… No, there isn’t time to think. Go! Now! It felt strange to give in to her instincts, but she did so now, launching the shoe from her grasp towards Grimmjows face. The distance was petty, but even if he did raise his arms to block it would serve its purpose as a distraction. She leapt, barefoot, onto the glass table in front of the sofa on which her captor reclined then used the momentum to drive a kick with her right foot, once again aiming for his head. In her left hand a Geki was nearing completion and she would strike his chest with the paralyzing kido spell after her blow had landed. Her mind was blank save for the next step in her barrage and her lithe body moved mostly of its own accord unrestricted by her crimson dress. She could not worry about the consequences of what would occur if her surprise attack was to fail…

[Deleted]

He gave her a languid once-over as she arched forward and slipped off those heels (he had almost begun feeling sorry for her—they looked painful), and almost at once he realized what was about to happen. A stiffening of her arm muscle, a split-second hesitation, and then she lobbed the high heel right at his head. He ducked it adroitly, following its path to the room’s far corner with his eyes. What he failed to see was her bare foot as it made contact with his face. She got him square in the face.

Through the shower of sparks that crowded his vision, he saw her kido coming together in her hand and realized that he had very little time to move. He took hold of her ankle as it began to descend and pushed upward, intending to knock her over with the sudden shift in her center of gravity. Not stopping to catch her reaction, he leapt nimbly over the back of the couch and stormed across the room to a small marble counter. The tall bar chairs had a nice heft, and he picked one up to hurl with all his might at the lieutenant.

The scent of blood came to him; he noticed it before the chair even reached her. That must mean—he swiped a hand across his face and sure enough, a swatch of red came off on his hand. ”Jeez. Nice shot. Too bad you’re not gonna get another one!”

[Nanao Ise]

Her foot struck his jaw with a satisfying ‘thwack’ but before she could twist her body to use the geki, he had grabbed her ankle and thrust it upwards to force her off balance. She reeled desperately trying to regain it but she felt her other foot leave the cool glass and she fell backwards landing on her back on the table. A harsh gasp wracked her chest painfully as she was winded, grimacing as she struggled to right herself. As she rolled to the left she caught a glimpse of the barstool flying through the air just as it landed millimetres to her left without touching her, but the glass was unable to withstand the force. Her support fell away from her and she landed with a soft cry as she felt shards embed themselves in her bare flesh. She winced as she stood, trying to turn quickly to get back on guard but limited by her breathlessness.

He was bleeding she saw, a grin spreading across her face like the crimson streak on his, but her action had cost her much and gained her nothing. The geki had already died in her hand and as she tried to muster another she realised with a faint horror that she had pushed this gigai to its limits. Shit! There was no way she would’ve risked that last spell if she’d known that she was out of kido, but she had accepted the fact that this was a more experimental model before she left for this mission. Hoping that he hadn’t noticed, she would have to stall until she could recharge (she was praying that it would recharge), but she had nothing left to hold him off with and now he was on edge. Brushing some the shards from her forearms, trying to ignore the moderate bleeding, she stepped away from the shattered glass and picked up one of the steel table legs as a make-shift weapon. She took his compliment with a slight bow, maintaining her half-smile. His was nowhere to be seen for the moment.

“Thank you. You nearly got me with that chair, I don’t think I’d be standing now if you possessed any sense of aim.”

Looking down at the twisted metal and shredded leather she pondered. That would’ve stung.

“Do you want to hurt me? I thought we were playing a game. You said it would be the most fun I’ve ever had, remember?”

She taunted him with a pout, the words coming easily as she tried to distract him. He still had that knife and was vastly physically stronger than she; if it turned into a game of hide and seek in the hotel room, he would win the moment he found her. So she stood her ground, watching him intently. He was quite the picture, all ivory with a shock of cobalt and a cherry smear. Wondering how he felt about her at this moment, as she tried to describe her feelings for him. Fear mostly, but admiration and intrigue. Loathing. Without his smirk he looked vulnerable, less cruel and perhaps a little more handsome. He was a fine opponent and she hoped she was not disappointing him. Somehow that had become her most important objective, to impress Grimmjow. Maybe then he would yield to her.

[Deleted]

What the hell was he even supposed to be thinking right now? His lip turned down into a snarl as she stood up and brandished her improvised weapon. She had all the reason in the world to submit to whatever he wanted right now, and yet she still felt it necessary to make whatever jibes she could. Cool. It simultaneously endeared her to him and pissed him off. He strode across the room and grappled her to the ground, wincing as a knee sank onto some of the broken glass. The skin of this gigai was really weak. He glared down at her, almost like a parent would a misbehaving child, as he snatched her iron weapon away. "Of course it's a game, babe...I just play hardball. You're already having fun, it looks like! You're enjoying this little cat 'n' mouse we have goin' on, aren't ya? I mean, look'a that last sneak attack ya pulled. Ya weren't even trying!" His features lit up with a smirk, less sadistic, more playful, but still taunting as he pinned her arms down with his legs.

If she charged another kido, he realized, he'd be royally screwed, but he was pretty sure she'd need her hands to do it. He could just move, but that would be weak. As he idly pawed the table leg he had stolen, he couldn't help but think: Why the hell did she even need it? His gigai wasn't even capable of using reiatsu at all--she had the advantage because of it. Why would someone like her feel the need to pick up a table leg to protect themselves?

Unless...

His grin widened and he leaned down, looking her square in the eyes. "Ya really did it good this time, huh Lady?" He was laughing to himself, harder than he had expected to. It was just really funny. She didn't have any more kido to use. She was powerless. It was her own damn fault! She hadn't remembered her limits. She was powerless against him now. He sat back, tossing the scrap metal aside and ignoring the burning sting of the glass digging into his leg. It was annoying, but he wasn't going to risk letting her up to brush it off. "Where's your bright ideas now, Missy? You had the advantage with your kido and such. I gotcha now, yanno. I could just run ya back to Hueco Mundo and not give two damns. But I don't wanna do that because I wantted to teach ya a little lesson before the night was over. ...'Course, I doubt you've even come close t' gettin' it. Your kind never do."

[Nanao Ise]

She went down easily though not without resistance, kicking and punching before he managed to pin her forearms with his knees. Her hands tightened around the table-leg as he ripped it from her grasp leaving her completely defenceless and at his complete mercy. The weight of his body above hers forced her down onto the glass studded carpet and she gritted her teeth as the shards penetrated her flesh. She could feel that her hair had started to come loose and her glasses had slipped from her flushed face, giving her a dishevelled but riled up appearances. His every feature was clear to her though as he bared his fangs, taunting her, before he was seemingly overcome with a sudden realization. He brought his face down to hers. Their eyes connected and she began to tremble with a charged anticipation before he drew back, satisfied that his opponent had screwed herself, no effort from him required. Her innate struggle reflex kicked in and she began to twist and writhe beneath him, first arching her back in an attempt to push him off, then her hips. Panting slightly from the effort, she lay still and turned away, unable to look any more, grazing her cheek on something cold and sharp. Colour flashed across her checks as she considered their current position, blushing as she recalled the last time something similar had occured. Her hands were starting to prickle with pins and needles as his weight reduced the blood flow to them, a final desperate attempt at a new Geki yielding no results.

“If you’re trying to teach me how to loosen up and have fun you’re going about it in the wrong manner. People have tried before, it apparently can’t be done.”

Her words were bitter, but spoken with a sardonic smile. She was beginning to grasp his intentions she thought, but to let him in on this would mean that he had triumphed and she didn’t want him to enjoy this more than he already was.

“You are your own authority and I belong to someone else. I want your freedom because I can’t have mine. It’s my duty to incarcerate you, whether or not I think it’s the right thing to do. It doesn’t matter if I think exterminating your kind indiscriminately is the wrong thing to do…”

She trailed off, finally returning his gaze. Her defiance still blazed but compassion seeped through. It didn’t matter what either of them wanted, to be anything other than enemies was impossible.

[Deleted]

He smirked as she struggled fruitlessly under him, bucking her hips against his in a concerted effort to shake him off. Her disheveled state gave her an air of wildness that she had been missing before. She was flushed, the effect of effort and adrenaline, and he felt a small static crackle against his legs as she mustered the last vestiges of reiatsu for another attack. It didn't work, but he gave her an "A" for effort anyway. He crossed his arms petulantly, an appraising gaze reflecting no sympathy toward her. He scoffed resignedly. "Who says ya belong to someone else? Huh?" Geez. Shinigami.

"You're not gonna do that whole acting like you've been forced into shinigami...ness...tude...whatever thing, are ya? ... There's no reason for me to waste my time makin' ya let your hair down--besides, looks like you're halfway there as it is!" He played with a free strand of her hair, grinning. "So. Now that we're here and we've done the prerequisite property damage, why don't we enjoy it? It's not like we have anything better to do while they're still lookin' for us. I ain't fightin' ya in here again. Got it?" With catlike balance, he stood and freed her; it only took seconds for him to step over her and walk over to the small marble counter. He wondered if his pride was leading into a really dumb decision, but there was no use taking her on while she was like that, was there? As the adrenaline wore down a little he swung back behind the bar, disappearing behind it as he stooped down and opened a small refrigerated cabinet he had noticed earlier but hadn't felt like looking into at the time. Now that she wasn't as much of a threat, he was at a loss for what to do now that he was stuck with her.

He chuckled from his convenient bunker, taking a paper napkin from the top of the marble counter to wipe some of the blood off of himself. "It doesn't matter what the hell ya think--you're no less free than I am, lady." He paused as he picked up a corked bottle from inside the cabinet. "Hey, check this out!" He popped back up from behind the cabinet, hoisting the bottle of champagne triumphantly. It was the same thing that they had been drinking at the restaurant, he thought. This one was corked shut unlike that one though, and he peeled off the shining foil that was wrapped around the bottle with a perplexed frown. "The hell...? Ya ever notice how humans seem to have this weird penchant for making everything ridiculously complicated?" Spidery wires held the cork, and he toyed with them absently until they came off. Another small triumph over the humans. A little more prodding and the cork flew off with a surprising--and satisfying--pop in the lieutenant's direction. He had tried to make it seem like an accident, even if he had meant to do it.

"Heads up, ballistic cork comin' at ya!" He quipped with a hearty laugh.

[Nanao Ise]

To have expected anything other than unsympathetic taunting was perhaps too optimistic, but as she glared up at him, almost snarling a rebuke as he played with her hair, she realized that he had made the correct assumptions considering his limited knowledge of herself and of the Gotei 13. Of course no one had forced her into it, she had chosen to escape her miserable life in the Rukongai and joined the academy of her own free will. But although it might appear that shinigami could have a life of their own, she could not think of a single instance where a defecting officer had not been punished. Most would not live to talk about it, the rest would be incarcerated until they were long forgotten. Abandoning your duty was unforgivable in the eyes of the Gotei, so though Nanao was technically her own person, in reality the situation was much more complex. She did not doubt what would happen if she was found here now.

I ain't fightin' ya in here again. Got it?

Well, that was fine by her. He demonstrated his unchallenged agility as she pushed herself slowly to her feet, wincing as felt every bruise and scrape, deciding that for now antagonizing him further would be a bad idea. She was defenceless but he was still cautious she noted, standing behind the dark marble and using it as a sort of barrier. What is he afraid of?

Her head shook as she disagreed with his statement about freedom silently, but she perked up as he discovered another bottle of champagne. A far-off pang of guilt tested her as she recognised the bottle, just like the one they had stolen from the restaurant, but it wasn’t enough to make her even consider handing herself in. Watching as her companion wrestled with the complex device that was holding the cork in place at pressure, she sidestepped after guessing its trajectory, offering him a wry grin.

“Cute.”

Meandering over, she stood across from him, resting her upper torso on the bar as she let him pour her a glass. Her glasses had reclaimed their place on her nose, but she had shaken the rest of her glossy, raven hair down. She drained the champagne swiftly, deciding that although she was stuck in this room with him for now, she didn’t have to spend it actually with him. This place had to have some sort of extravagant bathroom, and she was dying for a hot soak. The dress she was wearing was all she had brought with her, and it didn’t need any more bloodstains or tears. She could look herself in and clean herself up and take a break from her captor, although there was one problem. It had taken her a good twenty minutes to get into this dress and she knew there was no way she undo the fiddly clasp that held up the zip by herself. Knowing the remedy to this, but unsure if he would play along, she began to walk around the marble counter to his side, slowly so she didn’t spook him. Then she turned her back to him and lifted her hair to one side to reveal the pale skin of her neck and shoulders, studded with broken glass and smeared with blood.

“Can you… unzip me?”

Her hesitation was evident from the slight quaver in her voice, but she was just trying to be practical. There would be no point struggling with it and making a fool of herself, or potentially ripping her only garment. Yes. Stictly for the practicality…

[Deleted]

He eyed her as she shook out her already mussed hair, dark locks spilling over her shoulders in waves. He vaguely how long it had been since she let her hair down anywhere else but her own bedroom. The look suited her--hair let free, eyes glinting with stubborn defiance. Hot. A crooked grin showed his appreciation as she went through a wild gamut of silent emotions. Her hair was free from its bindings, but she was trapped by a lot more than a few bobby pins.

"Complexity's in your head. You shinigami think too much. There's a fine line in the mind--no matter if you're shinigami, arrancar, or even human--and when ya cross it, things get complicated. You doubt yourself and your capabilities. That's why you won, honestly. Because there was complexity in the Arrancar Army, tons of doubt and people who didn't know themselves, and you know nothing about battle until you know yourself. That's why I win." He figured he'd speak his mind a little as he poured them each a glass of the champagne. He had had ages to think about that sort of thing. There wasn't much to think about in the long run--he had his strategy devised from the start. Die winning or die trying. "Forget about them for a while. What would you do if you weren't so scared of 'em?" It was a ballsy accusation, but from what he'd gathered so far it fit just fine.

He took some time out to let her mull and answer, turning to the drink he had poured himself and sipping deeply from it. He had no idea how this had snowballed into what it had, but even if he was going to be led out in cuffs by the night's end he wasn't regretting a thing. A battle of wits and fists with a looker of a lieutenant was a perfect way to spend the night. Even more so as she stepped meekly around the counter, gesturing to the zip of her dress. He cocked an eyebrow questioningly at this odd show of trust, because as hesitant as she was he had not been expecting her to ask him to undress her. Of course, he wasn't going to turn her down...

He drew up behind her, taking a minute to pick off a few of the larger flecks of glass from her back. She was a bloody mess, that was for sure. "What're you planning to do when that dress comes off, ah?" He said with no small note of lecherous glee. He was ridiculously close to her, but since she was both basically harmless and needing his help he doubted she'd do much. So, he decided he'd enjoy this opportunity to its fullest and make her as uncomfortable as possible. "Gonna get a shower, right?" He teasingly flicked his thumb across her jaw, smearing a crimson streak in its wake; then he busied with the clasp that was keeping the zipper up. It was almost surreal, how he was in this room with this shinigami, undressing her. Anyone looking from the outside would have probably seen the world's most badass couple. Couple! The thought doubled him over with an absurd snorting laugh, his head coming to rest on her bloodied shoulder. He got over it and finally managed to get the tricky clasp unhooked. Taking the zipper, he slid it down smoothly and gave her a stealthy pat on the buttocks. He could barely contain himself--this was fun in the best sense. "Got it."