[He does as he's told and by the time everything is said and done, he has not only learned a few new vocabulary words, he's also scratched the hell out of a section of counter top. Even dug his teeth into it, too, at some point.

He's left panting when it's all over, groaning as he straightens up and reaches for his clothes, prays to whatever powers there are that Aizen won't make him do more, or something even more humiliating. He can't look at anyone as they stare, as he tries to redress as fast as he can, fumbling with trembling hands as he does.

He loved every goddamn second of it, and somehow that's the worst part.]