"What do you like about me?"

He asked, on an innocuous sort of day on a warmish afternoon. The fox stared at him for a moment before his face took to consideration, angling with a ponderous tilt. He didn't return the gaze, and the kitsune knew that insecurity hid in red.

"Your honesty, and your dishonesty. I like your fire and your discipline, your passion and aloofness. But mostly, I suppose, I like watching what makes you feel."

And with a whisper barely heard, in response to the small, acknowledging noise Hiei had made,

"I like that you are mine."