"I don't think I've ever seen you with ripped clothing before," Kagome mused, motioning to his sleeve.

"It happens on occasion."

"You mean, someone's actually gotten close enough to land a hit?"

His lips twitched, it being more of a smile than a smirk, and he flipped his hair over his shoulder. "Only the most cunning. My armour has needed repairs as well."

Realization dawned, her face brightening. She looked him over, gaze pausing above his face, and his eyebrow rose in question.

The sultry smile returned. "I'm trying to imagine you with mussed hair."

Sesshoumaru tripped over his own feet.