The woman was more sharper than Harry had initially thought. She seems to know that Harry was lying when he told her that he was a fullbringer instead of a Bount. However the female confirmed his assumption on she being a Shinigami. Harry didn't like soul reapers. For a matter of fact, he did not like any race unless they were Bounts like him. People may call him a racist and such, but he couldn't care less what people called him. Because to him: Bounts were the greatest race ever to exist. And no other shit-stain of a race could ever come close or take it's place.
His eye's aimed towards the floor, Harry shook his head. "Fine. I'll tell you what I really am." He responded as his eyes directed back to her. "I'm a Bount. Ever heard of them? Not that it matters if you didn't." pausing for a good few seconds he let the tension build, as he continued again, "We are the greatest race ever to exist." He said in a pompous tone as he stepped near the counter, only to sit on it's table crossing his legs. "So tell me young padawan; what is your purpose here?" a small cheeky smile crossed his face as he awaited for her answer.
His eye's aimed towards the floor, Harry shook his head. "Fine. I'll tell you what I really am." He responded as his eyes directed back to her. "I'm a Bount. Ever heard of them? Not that it matters if you didn't." pausing for a good few seconds he let the tension build, as he continued again, "We are the greatest race ever to exist." He said in a pompous tone as he stepped near the counter, only to sit on it's table crossing his legs. "So tell me young padawan; what is your purpose here?" a small cheeky smile crossed his face as he awaited for her answer.