"You smell like other humans," Byakuya states almost resentfully. "It's utterly revolting. Their mortal stench is all over you."

And if you'd just let him turn you, it wouldn't be that way. He may not engage in physical affection with you, but that doesn't mean he wants others to. You're above those common peasants. They defile you, he thinks.

He fixes his glasses, before looking your way. "Perhaps I should just keep you here in my office," he thinks aloud, "it would prevent that... horrendous malodor." Byakuya likes the idea, he likes it quite a bit. He takes a silent sip of tea.