As the miko placed the bowl in his hands, her fingertips brushed his, and she reddened.
"Let me know if you need anything else," she said, and Sesshoumaru merely watched her retreat, the scent of roasted meat tangling with that of her fluster.
Curious how a light touch could elicit such a reaction.
He was still lost to that thought when Rin approached, her brow deeply furrowed as she stared at him.
"What concerns you, Rin?"
Dark eyes narrowing in suspicion, her little finger pointed at his bowl,. "Human food."
Human?
His eyes widened in realization.
Rin sat, huffing. "Explain."
