Ukitake just stared at her with a near utter look of defeat on his face. This happened far more than he cared to account for in regards to this woman. Really, she'd be the death of him, at this rate. Perhaps literally.

"The couch is for consultations, Yoruichi, not your constant need for naps. Or pretending to nap. Or whatever it is you seem fit to do in my office." Really now.