You Figure? [Emil/Ulquiorra]

He'd taken to begin savoring his food as he heard the previous Espada out, seeming quite content in his meal - it was a good, light breakfast-styled sandwich, after all. His eyes watched her carefully either way, finally catching that lacking answer to his binary question. Letting out a 'hmm' to signal he was in thought for a moment, before sighing softly and melding back into a smile, "I suppose that was rather targeting of a question, mm? My apologies. I haven't quite experienced the ride you certainly have. My beliefs do lie in finding your path, as well as the requirements of success in my profession being nudging others into a position they can figure things out in. I'd be quite the horrible therapist if I left my patients kicking about in a void, you know?"

Emil's demeanor remained pleasant and unshaken, appearing more like he mistakenly lapsed into that particular persona than simply allowing a poor slip of intent. Though, he did surmise that she may have felt put off or unwilling in this respect, and so he decided to go for a more direct question, "I suppose, I should be more upfront - Do you want help? Do you feel having help would push you closer to what you would like to achieve?"

Hands clasped together below his chin, he'd tilt his head and gently laugh in response to that question, as if he found it humorous in a way, "No no, my patients are constrained to the minutes within a scheduled session initiated by them, not plucked from the streets. You're a fine young woman with a pleasant attitude, and we are sharing time together as mutuals."

Though he was unaware of how her interaction with the Grandmaster went down precisely, he assumed there was something there that didn't have to be present here. He wasn't a rude man, nor a loud-mouthed one; he was of the prideful sort until strangely recently when something robbed him of power. It could have been his attitude, it could have been the atmosphere, it could have been what was said.. It was difficult to determine exactly what the cause of the woman suddenly walking out could have been..

Until she gave him the answer: Friends. Friendship? As strange and unwilling to express intent in a way that could be conventionally understood, that basic desire was perfectly coherent to the thoughtful man. Friendship would be a path she hadn't explored prior, as she was consigned to the ranks of the Espada in the past after all. Though he didn't think it impossible for Arrancar to form friendships in such an environment, he could see it to be restrictive to carving one's way, especially one such as Ulquiorra, or the version of them that breathes before him.

That told him far more of how to operate here than any second or third hand record ever could.

"Ah, I may have sorely misunderstood you. I apologize for pacing so quick to a judgement," His fond smile dropped to a more neutral, perhaps a bit of shame for himself, "I'm rather quick to care for and attempt to accommodate those in my company. It is why I became interested in therapy, after all."

Slowly, his smile returned, an eyebrow lifted, "By the by, are you enjoying your meal?"

Hmm, she did take quite the moment there to form a response, did she have to think about it for a moment? Or rather, the fact that he certainly wasn't the only one picking someone apart for once. Her second statement in particular did more and more to paint in the idea that she was attempting to formulate an understanding of him just as much as he was her, though being far more vocal with the sharing of her thoughts. If his current understanding was correct, it was in his best interest to approach her as if he was yearning for a friendship, a sense of camaraderie, as opposed to a heartless exchange made to accomplish something.

While he did appear to think about what she interpreted of him, his face was made to light with a small flicker of awkward happiness toward her evaluation of the food, driven to reply to that first, "Good."

Though he proved to be the more expressive and outwardly 'acceptable' of the two, he didn't seem phased by the woman's attitude or manner of speaking, rather he appeared curious and further roped in the longer the two interacted, "I suppose that's a fair assessment, though of course I naturally disregard some natural, professional etiquette expected in that room. Would be rather difficult to form bonds if I played the part of an impartial judge to one's development outside of the Vandenreich's payroll."

Finishing the last scraps of his current plate, he seemed to think for a moment, "I suppose i've held that desire to aid in the easing of one's woes since I was just a boy."