"You like the flowers?" Sesshoumaru asked as she readied a makeshift vase.
"I do. But more than that, I like that you remembered. Good job!" She gave them a sniff before giving them a home.
"I must say, My Lord, your choice wounds me." He tore his eyes from a pleased miko to regard a playful monk.
"I have had much success in wooing females in this era. If you wanted to learn how to get a girl, you should have come to me," he chided, with a knowing smile.
His wife's smack distracted him from a collective glare.