"Wow," Keman said, delighted. Whatever sort of explanation he'd been expecting, it certainly hadn't been something like that! "That's amazing!" Of course, he took everything they said at face value. Why wouldn't he? They had no reason to lie to him, and he had no reason to believe that they would.

Then, the shinigami did...something. He couldn't quite explain it, but when Renji opened his eyes again, he felt...off. Somehow...exposed. The feeling vanished as soon as Renji broke the contact to take care of his bloody nose, but reappeared, briefly, when Rukia followed suit.

"Wh-what did you just...Are you all right?" Keman leaned over the table, concerned. "You're bleeding!"

He blushed a little. "And...ah...no. I'm used to being in two-legger form. People don't usually take kindly to large, blue dragons wandering around in polite society, so I shift into this form when I'm around them. I've been in two-legger form almost constantly for nearly a year. I don't mind it." He smiled. "In fact, I rather enjoy it."