The male slunk away, nursing his wrist and wounded pride.

Sesshoumaru waited until he was sure there wouldn't be an encore before turning on his heel, intent on returning to the camp.

A delicate hand stayed his escape.

"Do you always come to people's aid and then walk off without getting thanked?"

"I do not seek gratitude."

She tugged on his arm, forcing him to turn around. "I still want to give it though."

Bracing himself, the daiyoukai gazed down at her, expecting the indignant outcry about her ability to defend herself to drown out the sounds of frolicking patrons.

"Especially since we don't even know each other."