"Don't let Kiso hear you say it'd be that close between us, or she'll bug you every day for my seat." Inari warned in a pleased tone. Raising an eyebrow at his comment about how he didn't want him to get stale in the new seat. "Oh? Be careful how much you motivate me captain, or you may be losing me as an assistant for my own captain seat one day." Inari nodded his head at the statement about how Taki would be good at rounding out their unsteadied forces and keeping them in shape. "Yes, I think that's a fair seat for him. If 11th had more appreciation for the kind of discipline he could bring he'd likely have been made a higher seat long ago.

 Inari folded his arms and closed his eyes when asked about Sai. Humming a bit in thought, the young shinigami began tapping his foot as if restless. Seemed thinking to deeply about Sai managed to agitate him a little. "I don't think he'd be a problem, or disruptive. As I said before Captain, I would have absolute faith in him where he at my back in battle. He just..." Inari gestured frustrated with a hand as if swatting a fly no one could see, trying desperately to put the feeling into words. "He just has this look about him that gets under my skin. I think he realizes how good he is, but he isn't exactly vocal or anything about it. Not so much arrogant, but...Smug. I guess you'd say. I think that's the best word for it. I don't care for that in a man. It's a most annoying trait."

"Little jerk gets a little closer to besting me each time we spar. Going to get to the point where I can't beat him in pure sword play in a few more years. If he had more spirit power, or more refined control of what he already had, he'd probable cut that time in half. I think he knows it, and just...the look he gets on his face after I pound him into the dirt is just too darn pleased with himself." Once more Inari wrinkled his nose "No one should look that pleased to have lost. Just isn't proper. How is the winner supposed to feel good about winning?"