He looks straight ahead when he speaks. "Do you require that I am dressed?"

"I beg your pardon?" Glaring at him, she drops the material. "You're not going to let that go, are you?"

His eyes slide down to look at her, and there's a smirk on his lips. "I am sure I do not know what you mean."

Kagome glowers and balls her hands into a fist, too irritated to notice the almost smile. "Why you—"

"It has stopped raining."

Kagome sighs. It's not worth getting into it. "Can I help you again?"

He hesitates a second. "Yes."