Hitsugaya nodded slightly. "I'm a shinigami," he answered. Based on his name, the captain could only assume he had some basic understanding of death gods. Japan always seemed to have a better concept of the 'grim reapers' than westerners. "I'm only about a hundred and thirty years old...it's difficult to know exactly when one was born when they died so early in life. Others are much older."

He leaned back in his chair. It was nice speaking with someone who was so polite. Usually the people he dealt with didn't know the first thing of proper etiquette. Even his complaints seemed mild. "Don't worry about it," he answered. "As long as you don't step in the way of my duties, then it would dishonor me to interfere with your own."