--Respect, Part I--
When you're standing on the streets at two in the morning, drenched with rain and your eyes blurred with sleep, compassion is usually not one of the emotions at the forefront of your mind. Especially when the reason for said sleepless night is because of one of your ever-beloved companions.
Slamming the door behind them, the innkeeper gave one last incensed shout before going to console and/or lock up his now-bereft daughter. Miroku smiled sheepishly at his friends, trying to avoid looking into Sango's eyes. However, she was not about to let him off the hook so easily.
"You lecherous houshi!! Look what you've done!! Now, thanks to your incessant womanizing, we're cold, wet, tired, and have no place to sleep tonight. Do you have no consideration for the rest of us, for your friends??"
"Term used loosely," Kagome interjected, mumbling the words into the warm fur of Inuyasha's robe. The monk was fairly certain that the miko in his arms was the only thing keeping Inuyasha from leaping at him right then.
Eventually, however, Sango's fury boiled down, and the group was on their way.