Prompt: Iridescent

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Furious stitching halted. Underneath his magnifying glasses one sleek, iridescent eyebrow rose.

"Compensation?"

"Mmm-hmm," she hummed in agreement, moving to the kitchen. "You're arts-and-craft-ing me out of house and home."

"What form of compensation do you desire?" Sesshomaru's strained voice and measured words went unnoticed.

What did she want?

He already cooked most meals, cleaned every room except her bedroom and the bathroom, repaired many items around the house, and tended the garden. The only thing he couldn't do was get a job, and that was what she needed most.

"Oh, I don't know," she sighed. "What do you suggest?"