"How can you pass up such a great deal?"
Sesshoumaru watched as the miko hesitated, the vendor's smile unwavering.
He'd planned on merely observing, using the glamour to mask his aura and scent. But it would seem he would need to intervene once again.
Her hand reached for the pouch of tea, the one he'd specifically asked for, as he stepped up beside her.
"Is there a reason why you are charging her double what the last woman paid?"
The vendor's smile faltered, and he dissolved into nervous laughter. "W-What are you talking about? I charge the same—"
"Do you require a lesson in manners as well as honour?"
