If it wouldn't have upset her more, Zhou would have proceeded to yawn to prove a point.  The sword was out, held loosely in one hand.  The man's purple hair was floating around his head almost in a halo as he regarded her.  Right hand holding the hilt of his zanpaktou, the left was free at his side, ready to do whatever was needed.  The smile on his face was almost evil as he watched her.<br/><br/>"Always," he replied.