Sesshoumaru was more than pleased.

He had smelled the miko's brief moment of desire and interest flow around clearing before shock and embarrassment had quickly replaced it.

Inuyasha had been a sputtering mess, and would have surely refuted his earlier agreement of the miko's current destination had the monk not rendered him unconscious the moment he opened his mouth once coherent thought had caught up and linked his brain to his tongue.

His plan was going well. The miko would be traveling with him alone for a week before the reached the stronghold, and be in residence even longer.

Nothing less than forever if he had anything to say about it.