Kagura could have sworn that his hand lingered in hers for a moment longer than necessary but pushed the thought aside as influence of good sake.
As they strolled outside in the night's breeze to the waiting car, a comfortable silence formed and neither wanted to interrupt its simplicity.
When he opened the car door for her, Kagura turned to face him. His eyes were liquid gold against his shimmering hair that captured the starlight. Perfectly luminescent skin was punctuated by two violet stripes displayed proudly without his concealment spell. Kagura fought herself to stop staring.
"Good night, Sesshoumaru-sama."
"Hnn."
