Accept

He's trying and whether you like it or not, a shinigami must eat. Even though it isn't like the things you might eat at home, it certainly piques your interest--you can smell the spices wafting from it. You live on the flavor of the hottest things Seireitei can come up with and the humans, who seem to be more technologically advanced, could possibly have things never dreamed of within Soul Society. You've been meaning to try new real world cuisine anyway.

You nod your acquiescence and he seems to beam at the prospect. He runs to yours side, not that it's necessary, and smiles with uncertainty. "I've been staying in this low-grade apartment here--Unohana-taichou said it's good for fourth division visitors. Is it all right?"

You've never been inside any living quarters in the modern day and you're a little bit curious. How have things changed since the last time you used a gigai? Again you nod and he steps forward, making sure you don't lag behind.

He glances between you and the road ahead several times, but you have no idea what it could possibly be for. Yamada has always been nervous around you and that's how you prefer it. Keeping everyone at arm's length has served you well and you don't wish to shatter that mask for just any reason. That mask is your lifeline and now that it's become a permanent fixture, maintaining it isn't so hard, but taking it off will be, even if you know that it will make dinner a bit more pleasant if he isn't shaking in fear of you.

Finally, he gets your attention with a loud sigh, staring up at a tall building that's alight in the dark sky. "We're almost there, Kuchiki-taichou!" He says with a nervous laugh and steps forward.

You don't need an up-to-the-minute report, but say nothing. You've already made him nervous enough. Making it worse will wear heavily on your nerves. "What should we take? The elevator or the stairs?" He asks suddenly.