Sesshoumaru never thought of his particular preferences when it came to…anything.

He supposed there were things he disliked over others, but his servants were quick enough to pick up on them that he never had to deal with them for long.

The miko would question his tastes daily—teas, treats, silk designs, weather. Her curiosity about his 'favourites' was endless.

"What's your favourite colour?"

She looked up at him, his strides having shortened to match hers for days. Weeks.

"For what?"

"Anything. Everything." Eyes shone at him, never looking away as she waited for his answer.

This time he did not hesitate.

"Blue."