[Unmoving, Aizen watches her small stumble with keen eyes in which cold assessment is clear. Why hide it? She threw the first punch, even if it missed, surely he is entitled to judge what he might be contending with. Her rattled state is easy to see, and he is an expert in making use of such, but for the moment there is nothing to use it for. It's a very odd feeling.

An evil ghost, indeed. One corner of his mouth quirks up. He would laugh, if he were inclined to such open displays.]

If I were an evil ghost, don't you think that such open hostility would have done you more harm than good? I doubt that you could have hurt such a being.

[He is baiting her, a little, but old habits die hard. The stilted apology goes ignored. He doesn't think she's sorry. He'd have done exactly the same in her position - although of course, he can't really imagine himself in that position to begin with.]

You are, however, correct in that this is ripe ground for lost, corrupted souls. [Being a death god does give you some expertise on these things.]