"I'm more interested in why you're here. More importantly, how." he narrowed his eyes on her, reminding her of every past meeting between the two of them before he begun teaching her. No, wait. He'd look at her like that during her before and during the painful lessons he had started her on back in the past.
"Again, I can't explain... that. Not here. As for the why, it's because Tony Stark is my father." the silence that followed was deafening, and Kagome couldn't help but fidget under his sudden intense scrutiny.
Taking her in, and going over his memories, he could honestly see the similarities. Though he could tell the miko favored her mother. He had only see the woman that one time, and it had been in passing when the miko herself had been but a child and her step father had still been alive and worked under him.
Her scent, was also hard to use as something to connect her to the man she claimed as a father. Remnants of the past still clung heavily to her, and he greedily took those in to savor them. Nature, purity, clean but underneath it all, he could make out a watered down version of Stark's scent.
A more feminine version of his scent. But it was there nonetheless.
"So, did you get married after all this time?"
"That's the first thing you ask me?"
Huffing, Kagome crossed her arms over her chest. "Like I said, this isn't exactly the place!"
AN: I am somewhat... not amused. Read, enjoy, and review!