"It depends on the species," he said without hesitation. "Some are meant as a warning; others are used to entrance."
Sesshoumaru watched in wonder as the miko took hold of his wrist, pushing his sleeve up before turning his hand over in hers.
"And yours?"
Fangs flashed, the predator coming out in his smirk. "Do both."
Delicate fingers stroked his marks, and that familiar heat returned, her touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He tried to remember a time when someone was so familiar with his person.
None came to mind.
He was reminded once again of the miko's extraordinary abilities to befriend those who could cause her harm.