"If you were going to knock her out, you could have done it in a less-obvious manner. You panicked. What's wrong? Who is she?" Hiei calmly confronted Kurama, arms folded and legs crossed in a manner that a typical below-average male would consider feminine.
"No, it's not that. You see - I didn't mean to - there was this thing - Why would she...she shouldn't be here, Hiei." Kurama, although still soft-spoken and composed, was resorting to interrupting his thoughts in attempt to think through the situation.
Hiei sat still, patient. Kurama glanced up at him, and after a few moments of eye contact, let out a soft chuckle. "Well, I don't see a moral way to get out of this one. We're going to be in some drama for the next couple of... I mean I. I will be in some drama. You really don't have to do anything. You know, it would probably be better if none of you got in involved. A vacation from vacation, it could be. I heard there's a nice -"
"Shut up please, Kurama. No one's leaving. And I would like it if you would explain yourself, as it is plain you have become a blabbering idiot, and circumstances that would demand that kind of behavior out of you are not appealing. And...I don't think they're going to stay in that bedroom all day," Hiei said, all the while moving minimally.
Kurama took a breather. "Alright. It goes like this..."
Fifteen minutes later, a guest-bedroom door opened.