He had to be mistaken. There was no way Kagome had been insinuating—

The mischief in her eyes gave her away, and Sesshoumaru froze.

She'd meant every word.

"What's the matter? I'm—well, I was going to say human, but I guess that doesn't work in this situation. I'm warm-blooded? It's not like I've never thought about it."

Never mind warm, the thought of her with mussed hair made his blood boil. He'd thought he'd need to woo her, to get her used to the idea, but perhaps…

Perhaps.

"How often?" His growled response seemed to be the right one as her mouth pulled up into a smirk that rivalled his own.

"Often enough."