If he shed his worldly guise now, would it make things better or worse?
Noting the fire in the miko's expression, Sesshoumaru knew it to be the latter.
She was so contradictory. Every moment spent with her was meant to ease his curiosity, and yet there seemed to be no end to it.
His shoulders sagged. "I do not understand."
The resignation in his voice seemed to calm her. "Understand what? That you're being totally creepy?"
Frowning, he motioned to the iris in her basket. "I apologized. Gave you a gift. Left after you revealed your discomfort. Yet you have stopped me only to become angrier."
"Because you keep putting your foot in your mouth."
