The staring contest continues for an unpleasant eternity, and then Sesshoumaru lifts his chin, not dropping his brother's eyes. "The miko and I are none of your concern."

"Like hell!" Inuyasha jumps up then, his hand balled into a fist. "Listen, I don't give a damn about where you are in all this, but she likes you."

The admission stirs something in his chest, but he's not going to let Inuyasha see it. "Again, it is not your concern, Inuyasha." He turns to leave.

"She's a mess."

Mess? Sesshoumaru stops and turns his head. "Explain now."

"Damn. You do care."