It's too far. Kagome knows it is, and she regrets asking immediately.

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrow. His jaw tenses, and the muscle there jumps as he clenches the razor-sharp teeth that fill his mouth.

She never meant to insult him, but of course, he is. For a moment she worries that she's done irreparable damage to the quiet companionship they both enjoy, and it's tempting to apologize and try to take it back. But something tells her that would be worse. So, she stays silent. Waiting.

An eternity passes between them, the tension as thick as the humidity in the air.