He leads her to his bedroom, where she promptly plops onto his bed.
"Oh no." He shakes his head repeatedly. "Get off my bed."
"Why?" she smirks, smoothing down her skirt. "Weren't you planning on ravishing me?"
He sputters, eyes wide and face quickly reddening. "N-no one's ravishing anyone—"
Rukia inwardly laughs. Too easy. "The bed is much more comfortable than the floor, you know."
"No one is—"
He's interrupted by loud whispering outside the door. A vein in his forehead becomes visible as his blood pressure rises and rises.