"There is a difference between being dedicated to your craft and running yourself into the ground," he said, now seated in the chair across from her. "You will not help anyone if your judgement is impaired due to lack of sleep."
"Says Mr. Walking Perfection over here," she scoffed. "Some of us don't have the luxury of being youkai and going several nights without sleep."
Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed. "Just because I need less does not mean it does not affect me," he said, his recent mistake at work still fresh in his mind. "You would do well to remember that the next time you decide to keep half the building up."
The pencil paused, hovering over the margin of her notes as she looked up. "What are you talking about?" He felt her ire spike but continued on—the bags under her eyes likely rivalled his own, but she had no one to blame but herself.
"As I mentioned during our first meeting, I live in the apartment beneath you. The music from your constant parties keeps me up at night, which affects my accuracy at work. I have already put in several complaints with the building manager—"
"I haven't thrown any parties. I don't even have a sound system!"