He was supposed to be changing her, but slowly, things around him were changing him. Since when did he care about food and clothing? His father liked nice things, but they hardly had the time to enjoy any of it. Neither he nor his father was materialistic.
Sesshomaru turned off the car and sat there. He had slowly become comfortable. He snorted a false sense of security, indeed. The background noise was less, he was adapting, and he didn't like it.
She needed to be the one adapting, and how could he adapt her when he himself was settling.