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Lumine smiles as she politely places her hand on the back of her head with a nervous expression.   "I-I apologize I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I mearly ment that as a good thing, they remind me of the white wings of a dove or .. a feather of a swan glistening in the mid morning sun."  

"Though I do suppose adressing them as pretty is kind of a rude thing .. mmm.. how about their handsome instead or maybe Etherial and unique." She thought of simular words to make it better. 

 Lumine however pauses as she hears what he said . "Oh your lost.. do you need a guide or help? " Her voice was soft and sweet.

His reaction remained as stoic as ever—verbally, at least. It offered greater insight into the newly appointed Nameless aboard this magical train. It was rather entertaining to observe the way a light tint of pink dusts over his face, his wings tensing in ways she could only assume would be as a result of her provocative nature, and she was feeling rather determined to get more out of him.

“Is it so wrong to assume I want to visit my favourite Nameless, hm?” Sitting up, she momentarily allows for her dress to dip down, giving him a clearer view of her cleavage. However, that sight only lasts for a moment as she stands, taking light steps toward him. “Don’t you feel the same way about me? Aren’t I your favourite Masked Fool, Sunday~?”

"Oh, perhaps I won't, but you do look delicious, dearest~"

... Is... is she flirting with him now?

The longer the man rambled on, the more Lohen's smile stretched. By the Seven, what a prattle that was.

"You're the kind of guy who likes to listen to the sound of his own voice, aren't you?" He said, once given room to respond. Unbothered by the presence of that gun, too, the Vice Captain shrugged with the light raise of one hand. "You'd better be. Otherwise, I'm forced to assume I'm making you nervous just by standing right here."

A humored huff came through his grin.

Feeling the tug of something strange in the air, the Arrancar would sonido in the direction it was coming from. By the time he arrived, the buzzing of energy had died down enough to go unnoticed by most everyone. Vivid blue eyes would focus on the strange person laying on the grass. He'd walk toward them before crouching down about a foot away. "Ya alive?" As tempted as he was to nudge the person with the toe of his boot he decided against it in the end.

Maybe the Arrancar was feeling generous or something.

Sure, his enhanced hearing would catch the breathing and heartbeat of the person, but that didn't always mean they were alive. They could be living and not alive. Just look at him and the other Arrancar, or the reapers for that matter. They were living but not technically alive. At least, not in the human sense.