Good Tidings [Catherine, Ulquiorra]

" Frm my understanding, there's a word for that. Bu I admit, I've not looked very far into it." Attracted but not interested? Something along those lines. The one who had brought it up had seemed a bit obsessed on the subject, and at times swung into other topics. So alas, she hadn't been able to get the information in a very easily digestible form.

Even so, she noticed the discomfort that seemed to bud from the topic of conversation. But Catherine, at least for now, seemed to tolerate it. Hm. "I don't have much to spend money on other than my friends. I would hardly call it a waste." She stated simply. "Besides, if you manage to lose or break it, that would be fine. It's the thought that counts, as it were." Hopefully she was using that expression correctly.

Perhaps not. She hardly considered herself infallible. And she was also aware that perhaps this whole conversation was misguided. But that was all part of the process.

"You also didn't answer my question. As to whether or not you would wear it."

"Your job? And why is that?" The question was simple and frank. She was, peripherally, aware of Catherine's occupations. In truth, it did sortof bleed over into what seemed to be hobbies. But she also was aware that there was a greater occupation that was at play. Hunting hollows and making Jewelry certainly didn't strike her as so restrictive.

All the same, as they spoke, she turned her attention to the dresser beside her bed and took out a proper outfit. She had initially simply put on something simple so that she could just talk to Catherine. But the growing agitation led her to believe the conversation might end. And so she took a moment to pull out something proper to wear. Pausing as she glanced over her shoulder.

"Hold that thought." A pause, as she stepped back into the bathroom in order to change, To give Catherine a moment to settle after Ulquiorra's prodding.

Ulquiorra gave Catherine a flat glance in response to her answer. A silent stare as if waiting for an ammendment to her statement. One that, pointedly by her expression, she did not consider an answer. But wether Catherine amended her reply or not, she still went to go get changed. Returning a short while later in a more public outfit. A long shin length sundress and a cropped denim jacket. She took a moment to put on a pair of heels and dark red gloves, to match the heels and the ribbon she would wind up tying into her hair. Certainly an outfit that was made to look nice.

"Sorry for the interruption. I'd intended to have lunch when you showed up. If you don't mind, I'd like to continue our conversation on the way there. I had a few more questions I wanted to ask you. I'll be happy to pay for your lunch in exchange for disrupting your plans for the evening." She offered calmly.