"Try some."

The miko held some sort of confectionery out towards him.

"What is it?"

"Dango. Rin and Shippou had some at the festival, and I thought you might like it."

"I do not eat human food," he said, eyeing the plump sphere at the end of her chopsticks.

His response didn't deter her. "I know, but you're supposed to eat it during Tsukimi."

"The passing of seasons means little to youkai. I fail to see—"

"Please?"

His heart had the audacity to flutter at her hopeful expression. Sighing, he leaned forward, holding her gaze as his fangs dragged along the wood.

He was rewarded with a blush.