Ah, how could this day possibly get any better? A question that he would ask himself as the unseated members at the door scrambled to grab a seated officer. Not just any officer, however. Upon hearing the name that had come from this mouth, it became evident that those at the entrance to the barracks were intent on grabbing someone keeping watch over Jinnosuke. His welcoming smile had not faded since he'd equipped it, ensuring that those guarding the barracks wouldn't be taken aback by his presence. Without needing to walk a fine line, it became evident that the man's mastery over his Reiatsu and Reiryoku served him well. He knew all too well what kind of effect he had on those that experienced his Reiatsu, in particular. Madness: pure chaos and debauchery pairing together in order to ensure that one could bring out the deepest of desires and present them to the man. Yet another gadget he could futz with, a toy in the box. For now, as the woman drew closer, his facial expression remained still along with his body until she drew closer. With every sway of her body and tap of her foot, he made a mental note of her tempo. Someone that held authority even if it wasn't a Lieutenant such as Jinnosuke intrigued him to no end. In fact, he delighted in even those within the 20th seat. Each individual was unique and therefore they required a different approach. Junko drew closer at a rather good pace given that her eyes were adverted from the man and those guarding the entrance. His firebrick orbs scrutinized the woman rather quickly, giving an image to the tempo that he'd heard earlier.
A busy officer, no doubt. She doesn't slip up even when she makes her way toward the entrance. It would be a hindrance if someone like myself were to strike at this very moment. Her papers could go from white to red in an instant and she would leave this world with her paperwork still in mind. A rather dull execution, I must say. His thoughts aren't fleeting in the slightest. A lack of bloodlust or ill intent keeps his facade strong as his gaze matches hers as soon as her head begins to move, ensuring that she doesn't notice it drifting to other places. In the event that she did, it was highly likely that she would think that he was perverse in nature, which was something he really wasn't keen on perpetuating either.
She draws near and looks up from her paperwork, his smile is as soft as one of the pillows that they use for patients in the hospital. It becomes clear that she can't shake the feeling that something is off about him. Facial expressions were one's worst enemy when they couldn't keep them in check. Unfortunately for Junko, this is exactly what happened to her. In the split second that she had given away her doubts, he had assessed that she was sharper than she may have appeared. However, he would chalk this up to her intuition and experience within the 4th Division. They are in charge of one's recovery, after all; that didn't mean that they neglected mental health. Before her first words stumbled out, Ensō let out a smaller bow than before, a formality of sorts that was meant to show respect for the woman before speaking. The presence of her eyes on him was quite intriguing, to say the least. The show had to continue, but it became even more enjoyable as his own ability to sense Reiryoku and Reiatsu came into play. Always on guard despite never appearing to be, Ensō was always looking for a prying set of eyes. This time he had found them, manifest in the form of a medic. Although she was off-put by her intuition, she regained herself rather quickly. A rather intriguing story had just been told to the man in a matter of seconds.
"That uh..."
A mix of emotions had inundated her briefly, her composure compromised by his radiant presence. Despite not knowing his true nature, his resonance caused the woman to stumble. It didn't take much to hold in his laughter; no matter how hard he wanted to burst into a belly laugh at her, he would not do so. Revealing his hand this early was not something he was intent on by any means. In fact, he would be sure to pay her a visit without the need to see Jinnosuke at a later date; that much was certain. A genuine smile met his own as he listened intently to the woman, watching the muscles in her face shift as well as her posture. With her composure regained, a more gentle and confident tone reached him.
"He is in a critical state although his pain is being managed. However, I must ask you not to excite him too much. He's at risk for some very serious internal injuries from something as simple as a fall."
Oh? That must've been why the Lieutenant's presence had been so weak. A fall could take him out, really? His hands that had been brought together previously for a bow now reached his sides, the left grazing over his scabbard before falling to the side. Given its position, his Zanpakutō would press against his left arm as he listened to the woman intently, following when signaled to do so. The mere touch of his Zanpakutō excited him as he thought of many ways to skewer those around him — both weak and strong. Prey was prey, even if they couldn't move. Perhaps they shouldn't have landed themselves in such a compromised position. Their own inability to act had inflicted their wounds and perhaps even despair on those with weak wills. If anything, he'd be doing them a favor by putting them out of their misery. The Shinigami continues to walk as his face rests, neither a smile nor a frown was present. There was no reading him, as every time he met another person's gaze he gave a bow or a smile, showing the utmost humility to those he thought of as beneath him. Junko's prying gaze was still upon him and the instructor wasn't going to let her perceive anything other than what she had seen at the gate — save his simple resting expression that bore no harm. For someone that was not in the Second Division, she was scrutinizing him quite well. She wasn't in that Division, after all, which is why her examination was so apparent to the man and easy to negate all together. Watching as her posture straightened up to address the Devil whose bones were little more than dust, his beam bloomed again as he awaited permission to be let in.
"Fukutaichō, you have a visitor! Please put away those weird magazines I pretend not to notice."
Of course, the pervert had been up to no good even while in critical condition. That cemented the fact that Jinnosuke was indeed himself despite his ailments. The officer's callout was rather surprising, to say the least. In front of the 3rd Seat, she'd blatantly exposed the man's rather... Unpleasant pastime that he hadn't stopped engaging in even while hospitalized. Observant yet quick to call out that which she'd witnessed, it became even more clear that Junko was not as dull as he'd initially thought.
A fine specimen indeed. Junko of the 4th Division, perhaps you shall see me sooner than you think. His venomous thoughts remained trapped within his own psyche as he tucked them away along with a plan he was surely devising. The Devil's loud and almost hoarse tone erupted, making its way into the hallway; befalling the ears of both Ensō and Junko.
"Y-you know I was just re..reading the uh... f-fine print on the membership of Shinigami Women's Association!" A pervert, no doubt.
With haste, the Lieutenant's body moved around rather well for being similar to a bag of sand at the moment. Not missing a beat, his heart rate accelerates as Junko's callout pierces directly through him. For someone that wished to keep him from getting too excited, she had slipped up quite a bit in that moment. Adjusting himself to the best of his ability, Jinnosuke's hoarse tone had become tamer as he called out Ensō's joking nature aloud; something he ignored.
"You can let him in, I can feel him being a creep out there. Thank you, Junko." Which one of them was the odd one in this situation, though?
While the medic hadn't picked up on what the Devil was attempting to say, Ensō knew what he was getting at. Despite his nature as a venerable instructor, Jinnosuke was one of the few people that had ever been subject to the man's rather harsh jokes and the teacher always caught himself evading an attack from the Devil for making a joke that often touched a nerve. Bowing to the medic once more, the Shinigami let himself into the room and noticed that the bed was undone quite a bit by the flailing about the loudmouth had done before permitting the instructor's entry. Electing to sit on a stool to Jinnosuke's right, the man's own gaze shifted toward the window. The two sat in silence for a brief moment, Ensō's ears caught the movements of the nurse as she leaned against the door. That intuition of hers was sharp, but not sharp enough to penetrate through something that the man had cultivated for hundreds of years. The officer's scent trailed off along with her change in tempo as she elected to walk away. A unique form of Reiatsu had manifest itself stronger than before. Little did she know that this effect would help keep Jinnosuke calm while speaking to Ensō, even if he were to say something rather odd. His head shifted from the window to Jinnosuke when the nurse was out of ear's range. Speaking rather freely with his eyes closed and mouth open, the instructor went on to berate the broken-down man.
"Man, you really know how to get your ass kicked, huh, Jinno? I mean look at you, 'Lieutenant'. You're nothing more than a pile of..." Pausing for a brief moment, the man thought of the proper analogy to make in this situation before continuing on.
"You're not even a pile of bones. Those have been reduced to dust. Yeah, that's it! You're a pile of dust. A weak one at that, haha!" A laugh had made its way from Ensō's belly and through his parted lips before they closed and curled up into a mischievous grin. It would dance on the ears of Jinnosuke as he was intentionally keeping his volume at the minimum necessary to allow the Devil to hear him.
