Confusion tinges his features, but he's still nuzzling her, and he doesn't seem to be angry.

Kagome takes it as a good sign and leans up. "Sesshoumaru?"

"My brother"—the tip of his tongue darts out and brushes the seam of her lips before he kisses her gently—"was not wrong."

"Oh." Her lashes flutter drowsily when he kisses her again, something warm swirling low in her belly. "That's good then."

"Mm." He goes to graze her once more but hesitates. "You are accepting of this?"

Tipping her nose up to his, her eyes soften. "Of course, I am."