Philosophy in the Bedroom

Shinpei couldn't quite hear what the Arrancar intruder was saying, but it would be false to say he didn't notice that something was just a little off. He was no good at all at perceiving Reiatsu; never had been, and probably never would be. He simply had no interest in it, so he'd learned what he'd had to in the Academy (and slept his way to better grades where necessary or possible) and promptly discarded the skill.

Still, imagine sitting in your room and someone comes home. You can't hear them open the door necessarily, but you know they're back: maybe it's the vibration of their feet that echoes through the house. You can't hear it, but you can feel it.
That was the sort of feeling Shinpei was getting. He craned his neck and looked around the crowded zoo, trying to pinpoint just what he was picking up on. Everywhere he saw simple Human activity: pairs of lovers walking hand in hand, parents leading children, gaggles of schoolboys running around and bunches of schoolgirls schmoozing.

He gave up looking after a short time. In the end, he figured if someone wanted to contact him, they'd do so. After all, what did he have to fear? As a rogue Shinigami, he'd only had pleasant encounters with otherwordly visitors so far. He was beginning to think that life on the run was so desirable that the Seireitei disallowed it simply because they didn't want anyone to know how much better it was than pushing paper in a Division.

As it happens, he was right about the contact. Not a full minute after he'd felt the odd disturbance, he saw her. A girl walking with purpose, 19 years or so of appearance, lithe with brightly-highlighted black hair. She had quite a figure.
Around her something interesting was happening: the people she walked by shivered and their smiles faded. They looked distressed and hopeless: as Shinpei concentrated briefly he could feel a little bit of the aura that she seemed to be putting off. It certainly wasn't a pleasant feeling.

He turned fully to watch her approach, his gaze fixed on her intriguing red eyes. If the otherworldliness of her manner and her dress hadn't convinced him already, the hollow fragment on the side of her face sure did. A Hollow, or perhaps an Arrancar: Shinpei wasn't too clear on the difference. Those studies were also ones he'd neglected.

"Who else?" He answered easily. "I think I caught a big fish with my little lure." This was mostly a tease: from his limited perception he was pretty sure his power outmatched hers--but then again, he wasn't looking for a fight. He was a lover, not a fighter, though he fought every now and then. He just loved more often and with a good deal more passion.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" He grinned, and eyed her up and down. "Could it be that you're planning to make a meal of me, miss Arrancar?"
He knew the look on her face because it was the same one he was giving her. She wanted to eat him all up, he was sure.
He had similar ideas that differed in outcome.