"Well, maybe a small one," she relented. Golden eyes hardened, and she waved her hands. "Okay, okay! A big one!"
"If the entirety of Japan had the means to do so, they would be bowing at your feet." He seemed slightly disgusted that it hadn't happened already, and it warmed her heart.
Sesshoumaru wasn't overly generous with his praise; during his training sessions with Inuyasha and Shippou, his words were carefully crafted to ensure resilience and progress while not allowing for any type of favouritism.
Even Rin, who held his regard above all else, was limited to soft replies and gentle pats on the head.
What would it be like, she wondered, to be his favourite?