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Meanwhile, Kyo was discomfited by the appraising look she greeted him with.
Approval.
He who struck fear into the hearts of mortals had been subjected to examination by his own servant. It was entirely unnatural and needed correcting. He stared back, determined she avert her gaze submissively.
Nothing. Of course. Pointless.
He brusquely relieved his armour from her with one hand, and hauled it over his shoulder.
There it was again, that little bit of wordless generosity.
There it was again, that strange look on her face.
"Where's breakfast, woman? Make yourself useful."
Scratch that, Yuya. Taking it all back.
