Rangiku sighed, and refilled both their winecups. "She used a diabolically cunning method to spot you, Kyouraku-taichou."
"But I suppressed my reiatsu!" Shunsui complained.
Rangiku tapped her nose. "She said she'd recognise that blend of sandalwood, cypress, wine, and manly sweat anywhere."
"That's suggestively specific," Shunsui said smugly.
"And what does she smell like?"
"A well-aged book," Shunsui said. "Something dry and elegant, with erotica between the lines."
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