Rukia raises a hand briefly to her lip, rubbing it over the curve, slightly slick with balm. It's interesting to think about — there's no moral reason to stop a person from feeding off of another, provided it's consensual, provided it's informed. But it seems dangerous.

Maybe it's just in the association to lore, Rukia thinks. The idea of bloodlust.

"I see," Rukia blinks, tilting her head as she continues processing the information. "How long has this arrangement been going on for? You're sure it's safe?"