This close, and with no one else in the vicinity, Even looked much taller and more imposing, and Kadaj felt more vulnerable. Kadaj had only ever been short, and slight, but he'd not really spoken to Even when he was on his feet before, either.

"That's nearly what I was going to ask," Kadaj murmured, softly.

How did you open a conversation like this? Well, you didn't do it standing in a corridor.

"Can I come in?" He asked, "Please?"

They probably wouldn't be overheard if they discussed the matter here, of course, but Kadaj had been in Khamja long enough to know to be careful. The walls had ears, and eyes, and sometimes they didn't even need those.

He'd left Souba locked in his room. It had been a conscious choice; normally he carried her practically everywhere, leaving her behind was like leaving behind a limb, but he hadn't wanted to go tracking down Even while armed. Something like that could give someone the wrong impression, and a wrong impression could go badly for everyone concerned.

It wasn't helping with how vulnerable and awkward he felt right now, though. The conversation he was set to have was going to be awkward and vulnerable enough. He was twenty one, a member of Khamja, he had bankai and he'd killed Orochimaru with it, but stood in front of Even right now he felt about twelve.