Sesshoumaru, had much more success in containing his excitement as the miko opened the door and invited him in. At least, she meant to. But the sight of him caused her pause... pleasingly so. Something was different about him, and it was breathtaking. But what was it? His clothes were the same. He wore no armor, but that wasn't it. The only difference was his eyes. They were aggressively passive, but she wasn't fooled. There was one other difference.
His presence was typically a sufficient present, but he was not empty handed. A bouquet of tulips thrusted forward.