One bomb plus another bomb equals no bombs.

He'd heard of the practice of casting using instruments before, though usually as a means to focus power rather than detract from it. But perhaps it was the different outlook he required, a physical representation of restraint did certainly sound more accommodating to learning this technique. Taking the offered stick, a sideways smile creeping across his face as the blind woman took charge, he pointed it forth and focused once more.

"Hadō 31. Shakkahō."

He skipped the incantation this time, having only gone to the effort of doing so before because he thought it might help and had deduced that it was not. The ball of crimson energy formed upon the tip of the stick, gathering energy for but a moment and then it was released. This time there was a reduction to the energy it gave off. Not to the extent that Hannah had demonstrated, but it had been contained even slightly and that was progress. If there was anything to be said about Kisuke Urahara, he was certainly a quick study.

"Not bad. My my, Miss Chiza, how shall I repay you for this knowledge?"

Holding out the stick for her to take back, as he certainly had the means to source his own, there was a humorous beat as the end of the stick crumbled to ash and fell to the ground between them.

Ah, now that was the greatest gift of all. Getting all this free practice in and not having to pay for it in the slightest. That wasn't quite true, as there was a lot that he had given up about himself. The kind of things that he didn't go around flaunting to the average person. But, then again, Hannah was a little far from ordinary. Nor did she seem like the type to go gossiping, that might ruin his good image.

"It's been a hot minute since I was last a student. Makes for a refreshing change of pace." Straightening his hat, Kisuke let out a short but genuine chuckle. "But my door's always open, within usual business hours. If you're going to show up outside of then, a courtesy call would be nice. I'm a busy man sometimes, but I can always try to make time for a little theory crafting."

There was a reason that he had to practice for these days, after all. Storm clouds were brewing, and he had spent long enough slacking off. Workshopping some new Kido might be just the edge, failing in that then at least he was keeping tabs on Lux Orior via proxy.

"Now, I believe you were talking about dinner? I could whip up something a little more serious."

There was a moment, the briefest of instants, in which Kisuke considered if Lux Orior intelligence suggested that he was married. What a peculiar turn of events that would be. But, of course, it was something much more mundane than that. Not that he shouldn't be flattered, he most certainly was, but for a second he thought he had deceived a whole organisation into a relationship that didn't exist. Wouldn't have been the first time.

"Oh, you know, I don't think she'd mind all that much."

Teasing coyly, he indicated with his cane for Hannah to lead the way back upstairs, so that he might follow on behind and get the lights on his way out. It was easier to simply play along at this point, and trust in Hannah's insight into his character. She had gleaned a lot already, surely this was child's play.

"Besides, it's not like I have other plans."