"Force of habit," Rukia admits with a slightly wistful smile. It used to be that her brother was always the one watching out for Rukia, but even that only encouraged Rukia to be more vigilant about her own behavior, a habit that had come in handy once Ichigo came into her life. Turning around to face Dean fully, Rukia offers a low bow, bent at the waist, as her hands fold neatly in front of her skirts. "Congratulations on your wedding, Dean, and may you and Castiel have a lifetime of happiness. Or multiple, as it were. I'm very honored to have been invited."

Standing straight again, Rukia's eyes light up with a hint of mischief.

"As for your generous offer, believe me," she says almost conspiratorially. "I can handle my red meat."