Privacy is good, because like hell pants come off around other people never mind women. There are just some things you don't do and that's one of them.

"No, I'm occasionally a shinigami, it's sort of the uniform." And he doesn't even have a choice about it, the uniform just happens on its own. And never needs washing, or repairing. Occasionally he's wondered if baby shinigami were born with tiny little unforms to wear. "If you were wearing this awful stuff you'd want out of it right away too! Cord. Cord."

Where's the cord. Oh there it is!

He vanishes from sight. What other people fight in didn't really matter much, he'd heard about people who fought wearing only blue paint and unbridled rage. He's not doing that either!

"The sort of stuff you fight in isn't necessarily going to work for anyone else. That's why I'm not saying you should fight in the same things I do."

Well. That's reasonable. Ish. "Hey, drawstring. Better than just elastic.."