"That's too bad," Kurama sighed, perhaps a little too theatrical. The question knocked him off that track before he could make any comments about cute boys in traditional wear, and he had to look down at himself, having quite forgotten that when one plays in the dirt, eventually it gets on your clothing.

"Oh, this?" he laughed a little, shrugging it off. "Setting up for the next herbology lesson. I'm the teacher, by the way." He bowed as much as was considered polite from adult to child (having little real respect for shinigami and their children at all, though not as little as he had for gods.) "Youko Kurama, a pleasure to meet you."