Returning to his post, wedging the square of his back against the wall adjacent from his bedroom, Ichigo had already seemed to go back to minding his own business even before Recluse had left. Interacting with clueless new folks like this one was just getting incredibly old, and he wanted to cut things off with 'Stefan' as soon as possible.

"I can't stand being around this jerk any more. He hasn't done anything, but all I want to do is knock his teeth in!" Alone, with nothing else to focus on but the spiritual sense Recluse unconsciously emitted, it wasn't hard for Ichigo to get a grip on what lay beneath the grand villain's feigned smile. Cold, almost mechanical malice was the general impression.

"Uh-huh. You can call me Kurosaki." he replied casually, not sparing the man another glance. "Good luck."