"Only if I have to." The war with the Quincies occurred when he was still just a Second Division seated officer, low enough on the totem pole to avoid a lot of the fighting, but high enough to have done his share of damage. Shinigami don't make it a habit to harm humans- just Hollows and their own when they've become too dangerous to even bother incarcerating.

The sword in his hand pulses red and reverts back to her bladed cane form, allowing him to sheathe her neatly, not quite missing the apprehension. Better to put the blade away for her comfort than anything else, even if he knows he's just as dangerous with his bare hands. "It's not very tasteful when you know you have an unfair advantage anyway." He cants his head, smirking a little bit as the fading afternoon light breaks up the shadows obscuring his gray eyes. "I'd rather avoid getting mixed up in fights, but it's not always that simple."